In this dream, I carried a cushion around with me everywhere I went for ultimate comfort. Unfortunately, it was a whoopee cushion, so every time I sat down, a massive fart sound was released.
I was incredibly embarrassed, but couldn’t give up the luxury seating that it offered, and continued to use it.
I had a particularly creepy dream about an animal with the head of a lizard and the body of a millipede.
It was named…. The Reptipede.
I just spent a month in glorious Turkey (travelling via Kuala Lumpur). Turns out that I didn’t document the sights very well.
However…I did manage to sneak in at least 2 entries about cats. Priorities.
In my dream, a giant chicken cooked me a meal.
happy monday from grumpy bird!
In my dream, chrysalises hung off my bum.
Yes. It poses far more questions than it answers.
Albie has fallen into the toilet numerous times this week.
In my dream, I won an (undisclosed) prize, and as a reward was given a live Octopus to wear on my head.
When I got to the stage, it was crowded with the world’s top minds – who each sported their own fetching Octopus.
This dream taught me: That it doesn’t matter if you get telepathy from the aliens if your flatmates are useless bastards.
“Oh no! That poor squirrel has a debilitating hunchback!”
Alas, that is no squirrel. All I can say is that you don’t always get everything right when attempting to draw someone’s cat.
The real Farrah