I just woke up from a dream of furry penguins coming to Louisiana as strays in container trucks. I was at a construction site and the little things were waddling around and getting burned by fire. They were DYING and I was mortified. I was looking around for someone to do something and couldn't believe they'd just walk into the fire...didn't they know they'd die??? Upon waking, I felt that somehow the dream had to do with my animal rescue aspirations and looking around for someone else to do something just isn't what I'm supposed to be doing.
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