I had a couple of dreams last night that were too weird not to share.
#Dream 2:
While walking around on the waves of some random bay in California, I ran into a pod of dolphins. I tried to talk to them, but they refused to even acknowledge me. They passive-aggressively started talking to one another about how pissed off at humans they were because the human news was focused on a highly unusual, local whale-on-whale murder, to the exclusion of all other sea-mammal concerns.
#Dream 1:
I was a former lesbian cop with a criminal girlfriend and a terrible work ethic. I’d been killed and turned into a reanimated skeleton. Some of the other undead in the city were upset with me for disrupting their rigidly hierarchical society by treating everyone as equals, so they were trying to kill me a second time. They eventually succeeded, but not before I started a small revolution. The dream ended with a flashback of me getting off work and going on a date with my girlfriend.