... Russian Wolfhounds are escorting a bunch of furry puppies across a busy intersection in my town. Everything is good. All traffic has stopped and people are even smiling as they watch this heart-tugging migration. I'm on a bicycle on my way to work and I'm simply watching and smiling with everyone else.
But...
... the last Wolfhound is UGLY. It has dirty, greasy looking blonde fur. It turns and looks at me and starts to growl at me. I start to back up on my bike, looking for a way out of the situation.
And then...
I hear this low rumbling sound behind me. I turn and see a HUGE Bison is starting to paw the asphalt with it's hooves. It's tearing up the road, snorting and eyeing me with evil intent.
That's when (thank God!)...
I wake up.
I realize now that my frustrations of finding the right adapter for my new computer's HDMI port has been bothering me more than I realized.
Life goes on, but at times a little shakily.