If the zombies don't get you, the hamsters will. Or at least, that's the message I'm taking from my recent dream. All dreams these days seem to involve me chasing or being chased. Mostly I seem to be fruitlessly trying to capture or chase away something which just ain't happening.
The hamster would not be caught. Or in fact, it occasionally let me catch it but then it wriggled and slipped away out of my clutches leaving me desperate and hopeless. Time and time again I nearly caught it or had hold of it briefly before it zoomed away into a new hidey hole. It was just me and the hamster shut up together in a room, and morning only came in the final moments when I tracked the wriggling scuffling beast down in my bed. Lunged for it, and then woke up.
I'm not entirely happy about the killer hamsters.
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