||[Jun. 12th, 2017|06:17 pm]
We haven't had a good dream monster in a while. I don't remember what was going on in this dream, but this eyeless owl-guy was named Uncle Harry. We had brought him grocery shopping and he climbed up onto a display pile of cans and perched there, looking around and occasionally screeching. A toddler ran past and laughed, yelling "stupid Uncle Harry!"
"We don't say 'stupid,' it's not nice," said a store employee.
"Well, Uncle Harry is pretty stupid," I explained.