I had this dream last night.
I dreamt that i went to Europe.
Though, the Europe I dreamt about wasn’t anything like I’m fairly sure it really is.
There were seals playing the obo.
And instead of carrying purses, people just brought kangaroos with them and held things in the kangaroos’ pouches.
The people of “Europe” all drove VW Microbuses and smoked dandelions.
I dreamt that the sky was full of hang-gliding seahorses, and the prime minister was a beaver.
The language of the Europeans was bird sounds, which slowly turned into the sounds my alarm clock makes.
I hit the off button on my alarm clock, got dressed, and thought,

"I'd like to go to Europe."