Dream

[clayhornik]

Dream:  I've just quit my job at the bookstore and I'm with my parents at a nearby bagle shop.  A man in a suit comes up to me and asks what the best way to get a gun into the tower was, as he had a friend who sold guns.  I tell him just use the front door.
It's gettting ready to snow and we want to get home before it does.  On the way out, we pass a petting zoo.  I stop and stroke the fur of a sleeping fox.  I look up and my mother is "crab walking" rounding up several pygmy llamas into their pen.  I catch one to cuddle and ask her where she learned to do that.  She said after raising three children, pygmy llamas weren't any challenge.