Don't know what my subconscious was trying to tell me, but I dreamt the other night I was driving a white pick-up truck. The bed was longer than usual. Everywhere I went, I bought along with me my "Sasquatch" except it wasn't really, more of a cousin to Bigfoot. This creature was huge; a good ten feet tall, thin, with long shaggy glossy dark brown fur. It was extremely gentle. Happy to be folded up into the back of the truck and driven around.
As I go from town to town, I am irritated that no one is interested in this amazing, fantastic being. I mean, it's a damn Bigfoot! Sasquatch! Just about. Close enough. You'd think people would be curious, and want to know all about my odd creature but no. They just glance at it then move on. A few are a little scared but what do they know -- they haven't even checked it out to know to be scared or not.
