Animal Train

I dreamed that I was stopped at a railroad crossing, but instead of a normal train, what went through the intersection was a number of giant animals with railroad wheels between their front and back paws. They rolled through the intersection, each animal about 12 to 15 feet tall and brightly colored even though it was night and there was not much light. Each seemed to have a light of their own. Someone in the car suggested "The circus must be in town."
       "That's no circus," I said with certainty. Although the display was amazing, I could also feel a certain wrongness about it, and wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.

Sad life note: Princess Tiger Lily (of the house Kittenish) also known as the Black Elephant Weasel, singer of the "mighty hunter song" and owner on one of the loudest purrs I have ever heard, had to be put down yesterday. If there is an afterlife I hope her spirit is where nose-biting is understood to be affection and belly bounces always result in breakfast. Reading the weekend paper will not be quite the same without her.