J. Reed said:
Take this for example: I lived in a city not unlike Venice. In my home, I had six ocelot kittens that all lived in a big pile of blankets, and there was a big alpha male lion that hung out in there as well. He also talked. A bit like Aslan. And to travel anywhere, you had to hold onto a rope tied around a pleisiosaur's neck, and it would drag you through the canals to your destination.
The dictator of the city was a hippo queen. She wasn't very nice, on the same level as Caligula when it comes to depravity and violence. She regularly called in random members of the populace for inspection, and killed a few just for the fun of it. The day the dream was taking place, was one of those inspection days, and I had a plan. When everyone was lined up and awaiting her highness to pass by, I removed a very large kitchen knife hidden under my shirt. When she comes by, I would leap out and finish her off. It was a bit nerve racking as well, because she had a lot of guards, and there was no way I'd end up as anything but a martyr. But then, a whisper came down the line that the queen present, wasn't the queen! It was a stand in! No martyring myself that day... And turns out I didn't know what the hippo queen looked like to begin with. When I went outside, she was floating in the air. Like a gigantic Macy's Day Parade balloon.
God damn strange.
Jeez... kinda' went overboard, didn't I?