My boss and I are being chased relentlessly by a large, grotesque, white-faced monster. We are able to outrun it because we are in a field of wheat sprouts. The monster has stopped to graze. It ignores the mature stalks. I wonder if we might sneak up on it with an axe while it sleeps. My boss points out that he has seen the thing at two in the morning, and that it sleeps with its eyes open.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #182: A Large, Grotesque, White-Faced Monster.
Rowdy Slept All Weekend.
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