This, I think, is the WEIRDEST EVER DREAM IN HISTORY. Of anybody. If anybody has a weirder dream than this, in which there is absolutely NO REASON for it being dreamt (your cat died, it's about your favorite bishie, whatever), please tell me.
If not, then laugh away.
Okay, so I'm at home. The doorbell rings, and I open the door to reveal a baby girl kangaroo.
The baby kangaroo asks for orange juice.
I welcome it in, totally normal, open the fridge, and hand over a box of orange juice. The kangaroo hops over to a top cabinet, opens it, and takes out a glass. Pouring some orange juice, she then drinks it neatly, but there is some left over, since she is a baby. Then she hops over to the sink to put her glass, and drops it into the sink, where the glass breaks. She apologizes profusely, and I do the "never mind" deal and as we are talking, the doorbell rings again.
The baby kangaroo goes "Oh! That's my parents!"
Totally unperturbed, I go back to open the front door again. [Now when I am awake and all, I never clean up the glass. I remember the shards, and spilled orange juice. On this note, technically it's not a baby -- the correct term for a young kangaroo is "joey." But in my dream, I "named" her "baby." I think she had a name, but I forgot...]
Instead, I find that my own parents have open the front door, and they are staring in shock at a entire herd of kangaroo. Apparently not only the baby kangaroo's parents came, but also all her relatives, and then some. The baby girl kangaroo's parents are standing on our patio step in front of the door, and the rest all on the front lawn, all looking back at my family.
The baby girl kangaroo hops over to her parents. The parent kangaroos hug her and thank us.
My sister asks me why they are here. My parents nod mutely. I shrug, and say she wanted orange juice.
All of a sudden, my mom points upward, to the right. We all look outside, and see a flying flock of vultures flying in the V-shape formation, towards the left of us. They caw ominously.
We hear a lumbering crunch sound.
My sister shrieks as then, from the right, a massive Brachiosaurus dinosaur skeleton comes down the street from the right of our house. No muscles or skin or nothing, just this skeleton, moving. It roars, and turns its head towards us. We are frightened.
At this point, the dream degenerates into repeated sequences of kangaroos running, my family talking about all this weird stuff happening, vultures, and the dinosaurs.
