Purple Owl

Okay, so, I have to share this wierd dream I had last night. I actually got up to write it down because it was so startling and odd. I don't remember the whole dream - something involving, I think, a theater production and cast of thousands - this is fairly routine stuff for me. My dreams are always filled with complication and intrigue. Spies, too. But anyway, the only thing I really remember is what happened just before I woke up. This is the truth, no exaggeration, I swear it.

I'm eating a carrot, a fairly big one, but still within the normal realms of carrotdom - not a spectacularly large dream carrot. So I take a bit of the carrot and look at the cross-section, and the middle is dark. Yuck, I'm thinking, is the middle rotten? So I take a closer look, and it moves. And a head turns and looks at me, blinking curiously. It is a tiny, purple owl. It does that head-twisting, blinking thing that owls do. And then it shakes its feathers and flies into my ear, where it nests comfortably (for both of us, oddly enough). Then I wake up.

Okay, so now aren't all you people glad I live in seclusion in the woods? It's for your protection, not mine, folks!