Tigers

I had quite a vivid dream. I had a small country house, a small dog, and two pet tigers – one orange/black striped and one white. The orange tiger kept escaping, and I had to chase it. The white one followed it over the fence so I was chasing both of them. Eventually I got a leash to help drag them back, and later I got a vet (probably the ivermectin one) to clip the teeth and claws of the orange one so it could jump the fence without being dangerous to other people, which was my primary concern.

My guess is that this Freudian monstrosity was brought on by the consumption of this ill-advised Frankenbeer:

“This Belgian IPA is made with blueberries, grown entirely without pesticides and harvested early every morning, and the same home-grown Miyamanishiki sake rice. Give this very berry-flavored original a try!

Manufacturer Police Tamamura Motoi, Shimotakai-gun, Nagano Prefecturachi, 0269-33-2155/www.tamamura-honten.oll 1163 Yamanouchi-ma”

The good news for humanity? Production was limited to 3,362 bottles.