A parrot swooped low over my head and landed next to a platypus chewing on a pile of pistachios lazily. I looked around and under a wooden crate there seemed to be a porcupine punching a pineapple to a pulp. I shook my head and looked back and it was gone. I carried on walking through the streets of the little town, a trail of dust behind. I rounded a corner and came face to face with a poor person at the end of a pirate's gun. It seemed like time stopped as another poor looking person threw himself at the gun and knocked it out of the hand of the pirate. As the gun bounced along the dusty street before it came to rest at my feet a parrot dropped, from a height, a pinecone which was a direct hit on the pirate's head. I burst out laughing as everything faded to black. I opened my eyes, blinking at the sunlight seeping through my curtains as I realised it was all a dream.