I Offer My Leadership; Or, On the Campaign Trail . . .

Alert-Dominant

Hotel Hound

Like a lot of other always-on-the-go spirits, I can make myself comfortable anywhere. Hallie

A Prophecy

I dreamt again . . .

. . . and in this dream, I beheld a prophecy. It was written in mystical symbols, stamped on a sheaf of metal (see below). I'm still trying to decipher its hidden meaning . . . Hallie

I Had a Dream

I had a dream . . . Sometime after I passed out on my monkey-person's bed (following a massive poop), I dreamt I was walking on a desert plain. The sun was white-hot. There was an overturned armored personnel carrier. There was also a giant seashell and an old watermelon perched, precariously, on a rock. And I remember thinking to myself, as the black sand oozed beneath my paws, "Before this year is through, I'm gonna make that Cesar Milan my bitch!" Hallie