Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Do not free a camel of the burden of his hump; you may be freeing him from being a camel.-Gilbert K. Chesterton

I woke up in the middle of the night and there was something in our room. I was all "what the f**k is that" then Dave moved so I realised he's awake too and I said, "Is that a freaking giraffe?" he says "No, it's a camel."

Dude a freaking camel in our house. How the heck did it get there? How'd it even wind up in Fairfield, we don't even have a zoo? I was understandably confused and a little frightened. Was this some sort of daring burglary?

So Dave chased it down the hall in to the garage and I went to call......who do you call when there's a camel in your house? The Humane Society? The A.S.P.C.A.? I don't know freaking P.E.T.A.? Who ever would come and get this camel could have it as far as I was concerned, maybe a BBQ place. The whole time I was making calls and explaining the situation I was thinking "This is going to make an awesome blog post!"

I was very disappointed when I woke up and discovered that it was only a very vivid dream. It probably means something nutty too, like I secretly want to take up taxidermy.


Andrea K. said...

LOL, I love this one. I thought I was the only crazy one that had these types of dreams. I feel like every night is some sort of chaos!

Roses said...

Totally awesome because you didn't SAY at first that it was a dream.

A giraffe would be crazy, but a camel, yeah, I can totally buy a camel walked into your house.


TK said...

So how the heck did the camel make that turn through the laundry room and into the garage. Wow, that was a crazy dream and an excellent retelling.