true story: I had a dream last night where I'm out in my yard and there's this big white swan or goose flying around in circles about 20 feet off the ground and then I notice on its back is a beaver, just smacking the bird with its tail like a jockey's whip.
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the bird gets tired and stalls out, and then the whole swan/beaver contraption plummets to the ground. There's a big "oof" from the swan as it bellyflops onto the dirt, but it cushions the impact for the beaver like an air mattress, and beaver waddles away unhurt.
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My main objective at this point is to crowdsource some dream analysis
"sometimes a cigar is just a cigar." - Sigmund Freud
"sometimes a beaver is just a beaver." - me
"sometimes a beaver is just a beaver." - me
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