llamas, transport of the future

[waider]

I had a very, very wacky dream the other night. Generally my wacky dreams have a fairly low level of wackiness and a high enough level of reality, but this one, well... the key wackiness factor was the llama. First, I'm in my current digs. Except I'm in the landlady's section of my current digs, which is upstairs from me, and I'm with two other people (unidentifiable), and we've found some sort of secret room under the floorboards. Never mind that this would place the room in, er, my apartment. We decide, for whatever reason, that we're going to hang out here. I should mention that the landlady is out at this point, which is why we're able to investigate the secret room in the first place, and we're planning on hanging out in the room when she comes back. For further unexplained reasons, I am dressed in underwear and a quilt, nothing more. Suddenly, I opt to abandon the plan, and foom, I am now standing in some completely different location, where I am next to an ATM. I am still, however, clad only in underwear and quilt. As such, I am getting numerous odd looks from the people using the ATM, but I merely grin back at them. Which leads me to strike up a conversation with a rather cute girl in the queue, one of those conversations where there's a certain forced normality in that neither party is acknowledging the somewhat inappropriate clothing (well, actually, this is my dream and I'm dressed perfectly appropriately for dreaming). She indicates that I should follow her to a nearby coffee shop, which I agree to, and she heads off to said coffee shop.

RIDING ON A LLAMA.

Seriously now, Mr. Brane, where the hell did that come from?

Anyway, I trot after her (well, she's on a quadruped, and I'm on foot) and at the coffee shop I am no longer clad for dreaming; I am dressed in my more regular jeans and tshirt, and nothing much happens beyond coffee and conversation before I wake up.

DEAR BRANE,

WTF?

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