Last night I had a dream that I was out shopping at thrift stores with a hamster in the pocket of this too big of a man's coat I was wearing?
I kept trying to show everyone my hamster but they were afraid because they thought it was a rat.
I kept reassuring the hamster/rat that everything was OK because his feelings were hurt that no one wanted to pet or play with him but that I really loved him and that was all that mattered.
Then I went home with my thrifty purchases and put the coat on the chair, sat down without thinking (I may have been under the influence of marijuana) and squished the hamster/rat. I cried and cried.
Hmmmm... I guess I should probably take more sleeping medication before going to bed.
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