From Goblin Horde Green
Jump to: navigation, search

Dream.

Frogs. I lower myself into the water carefully. It's cool but not cold. We're in a large garden, the father of the woman dressed in red from the frankly more interesting bit of the dream earlier is doing something with a net. I swim about and look at the little fish, see a massive splash. 'What's that?' I ask, not worried at all. 'Oh, just a frog that fell in and can't get out.' I go to find the frog. There it is, I pull out... a lump of mud. Oh. I swim underwater again. There, this time I pull out... god knows, but it's white and sticky and leaps back into the water angrily. Ah, there, I see it - a huge green frog. I haul it out and it just sits there on the bank, in the sun, doing nothing.