nighttime me is some kind of badass
Dec. 13th, 2019 10:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_siobhanLast night's epic dream of ridiculousness featured penguin smuggling[1]. There was a high speed car chase, a rich and unethical rock-band manager[2], non-consensual drugging, breaking out of places, breaking into places, at least one fist-fight, and my boss (who was Sheryl Kirby for some reason) calling me up to yell at me, "I just got off the phone with the Ministry of Natural Resources and how the fuck do we have 200 illegal penguins!?"
[1] Apparently ice cap loss had them so endangered that zoos had to have special breeding licenses to even have them. Which made them a prime target for the kind of sketchy rich person who likes to have private zoos.
[2] It was very Scooby-Do in places.
Darrell was right there with me the whole time. It may have only been for the duration of REM but it was still strangely comforting that he was there and had my back.
[1] Apparently ice cap loss had them so endangered that zoos had to have special breeding licenses to even have them. Which made them a prime target for the kind of sketchy rich person who likes to have private zoos.
[2] It was very Scooby-Do in places.
Darrell was right there with me the whole time. It may have only been for the duration of REM but it was still strangely comforting that he was there and had my back.