I had a dream about the Monkees last night.
I got to meet them. For the most part, it was a great experience. But Davy and Peter wanted me to be their "Mommy," so to speak, and I was like, "I'm not into that. But if you go downstairs, you'll find a key to where 'Daddy' is. Then you'll have to go upstairs to find him. He's a koala who killed his wife. But he's not a bad sort, he killed her in self-defense. Also, don't call him a bear. Koalas aren't bears!"
So Davy did all that, and discovered the koala who would be his "Daddy." (I'm not sure about Peter, he kind of "petered out," haha.) There was some big showdown of some sort, but good triumphed over evil when all these superheroes came to protect the Daddy Koala.
Then I went to an event with my family, and sang "Randy Scouse Git" while Mike and Micky watched. The end.














