I think this John Stewart quip from yesterday's Daily Show must have prompted one particular part of my dream last night. In it, I stood on a bridge overlooking some body of water, trying to ward away a trio of anthropomorphized beavers. They wore wigs or hats, and faded tags that warned people to hum or maintain eye contact in order to avoid being attacked. So I stood on that bridge, staring down these beavers while striving to hum them away.
Dreams as bizzare as this occur so frequently that they no longer warrant a "Wtf?" moment upon waking.
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