The Otterman
I had a dream the other night, and it was vaguely disturbing.
I was out on a bike-ride with two girls who I think were cousins, but I had never met before. We were riding through this beautiful place, over a network of wooden bridges that spanned a wonderful pond. It all seemed surreal, things all seemed to be in a glow, and there was a low mist over the water, and there were many beatuiful purple flowers hanging on long stems over in the water. I was in the lead, and I was laughing, and admiring the place around me, and I remember wondering what it would be like to own such a place. And then I did own it. There was a palace made of beautiful white and luminous blue stone. There were three pools filled with water. One, on the far right of the palace, was only water, for swimming in. The one directly infront of the building was filled with many live seals, which I swam in breifly with my "cousins". The one on the left of the palace was filled with exotic fish, where you could throw in a fishing line and jerk it out, and there would be a fish on the hook. The rule, however, was that every fish caught was returned, and none were ever injured. I left my "cousins" by that pond, feeding and catching my fish, and I walked to the seal pond, and on my way past it I saw someone who was obviously some sort guard. He obviously wasn't human either. He had an ornate chest plate, that curled and swirled over his chest. He was covered in an orange-brown fur, which I knew on sight would be very soft. And his front was a creamy yellow. His face resembled that of an otter. I was happy to see him. As he saw me he swept me into his arms and kissed me, and I spent the remainder of the dream like that.
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