I had a dream. Of a horse crossed with a llama. That my friend Shelley had. And we took it for a roadtrip down to Taupo for some reason. In Becky’s ute. Stopping, on the way, to pick up some random old dudes dog and take it for a trip to.

Halfway along the trip we swapped the ute for a big black cadillac thing and horse/llama-float.

Stopped on the side of the road and slept in the sand cuddled up with the horse-llama, the dog ran away, and the 2 swat-team surburbans full of cops turned up and aimed guns at us.

After abusing the shit out of them regardless of the firearm situation, I got traffic infringements for the tiniest things.

Then driving home had to pull in and tell the old guy that his dog had run away. He remarked that it was a wandering little bugger and he would probably turn up sometime.

What the fuck… goes on in my head? Shelley thinks I am on crack.

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