MadamAurantia

I remember traipsing around Warrensburg, where my university is, yard sale shopping, but all anyone had was mountains of pink and yellow plastic baby gear (Stupid estrogen!). Then I was back in Illinois, in my childhood home, and we somehow had a pet mini-polar bear. It was about 8 inches in length, and had a baby that was the size of a hamster. I loved tickling the baby mini-bear, as it would growl all tiny and try to maul my hand. Cuuuuuute! But then I'd see the mother mini-bear climb my leg all mama-bearish and she'd maul my knee trying to get the baby back. So I gave it back to her, and she washed it, then growled at the family cat for looking at the baby too hungrily.

I woke up, then went back to sleep. I was visiting my granddad's house in Christopher, and hanging with his houseguest while Dad and he chatted. This houseguest was Joe Pesci, and we played with rollerblades in granddad's kitchen when no one was looking. Dad came in, told me to get my regular shoes on so we could leave (never complained about rollerblades), and I had trouble. I can never tie my shoes in a dream. Then Antonio Banderas wandered up from the basement, don't ask me what he was doing in there, and put on a tango CD. He and Pesci (still in rollerblades) began to dance purely for the silliness of it in the dining room, with Banderas leading. After a few moments of tango, still silly and pretending to quarrel, Pesci grabbed a yardstick and Banderas a broom handle and they proceeded to have an old school fencing match in the dining room. I got a bit weirded out, so I tried to put on my headphones (P!nk's "There You Go" was playing) but the earbuds shattered when they touched my ears. Then I woke up, very confused.