- posted: November 19 @ 12:26pm
I once had a dream that I was being chased down a snow-capped mountain by a ferocious and vicious zebra. He gnarled his teeth and sought my blood as we kicked up powdered snow in our foot race.
He gave chase for what seemed like an enternity until I noticed that I no longer heard his hooves hitting the snowpack. I felt relief for a moment but I still felt the presence of the ferocious and vicious zebra.
I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a frozen pond at the base of the mountain. It was then that I realized the ferocious and vicious zebra was me.