Dream (8/31/16): I’m Like This River

In this dream I’m standing in a dried up river bed, talking to an old friend.

^{(source: Frederick Dennstedt | CC)}

I say to him: “I’m like this river, only good at moving things once or twice a year, really.”

My friend laughs, then points to old hot elephant on dry river bed. “Maybe that’s what’s wrong with him.”

^{(source: Frans de Wit | CC)}

Then it starts to rain.