I just had a very strange dream: I was moving an exercise machine from a mansion into a truck, when a drunken pelican flew into the window. It was a very sick bird. It’s beak had been clipped (so short it was hard to tell it was a pelican at first) and it was spewing red wine everywhere. I thought it was going to die. So I washed it under a tap and gave it lots of water to drink and put it down to rest on some cushions. Somehow the pelican pulled through and asked if it could travel around with me in the back of the truck. By this time the bird had turned green and looked as if it was made of algae.
