Damn Hippos :(

I’ve decided I don’t want my own hippo anymore.   I think I’m really afraid of them now, as I probably should be.

Last night I had the strangest dream.   I was walking down the street with some friends, I was in my home town but other than a few of my old friends from High School everyone was Dutch.  They were dressed in orange like during the World Cup and I was too.   One of the streets was like a canal and there was a hippo resting in the water.   I remembered being chased by a hippo a few weeks prior to this and was sort of nervous passing it by, but everyone else was walking past it, petting it and it didn’t even move.

When it came my turn to walk past, the hippo raised it’s head and looked at me.  Then it slowly started coming out of the water and walking around to a ramp at the end of the canal.  I started getting nervous because of my previous experience with hippos but I figured my luck couldn’t be that bad.

Someone near me shouted “He doesn’t like that color!!” and suddenly I was the only one wearing orange, and I realized he was charging straight towards me.   I turned around and ran but I could feel him nudging me from behind with his nose.

I knew my orange shirt was the cause of the attack so I tried to take it off.  I was still running and didn’t care about the crowds of people looking at me as I tried to lift it over my head.  I got stuck, and somehow my arms and head got tangled in the shirt and I couldn’t get it off, so I was running around blindly with my boobs hanging out and a hippo trying to trample me.

That’s all I remember, thank god… but I’m pretty sure I hate hippos now.