(Wow, this has been the weirdest dream. First, I was chariot racing through the streets of downtown Sheboygan, and after that I stormed the beach with a company of surfing gladiator clowns. Then they disappeared and now I’m dancing with an Olympic gymnast with the theme from Green Acres playing in the background…)
Actual backstory, via Reddit: “We took my cat to the beach and there happened to be a professional dancer having a photo shoot. Obviously this happened because Buns’ day wasn’t confusing enough.”
I want to live this kitteh’s life.
Kitty needs to lay off the ‘nip…
🎶 Fa-arm livin’ is the life for me…🎶🎶
Tx Mike! 👂🪱
I’m crying over here, this is too dang funny. I usually have dreams like that if I eat too late at night.
Those pesky surfing gladiator clowns, pretty sure that they were extras for the new Roger Corman movie.
Mike, stay out of my dreams.
🤣 This morning, I woke up from a dream that was every bit as weird as kitty’s dream. In fact, I often have dreams as weird as that, sometimes with enough staying power to give me what I can only describe as a dream hangover. I would give a lot to stop remembering my dreams.
I almost never remember dreams. This is probably a good thing.