I’ve decided I don’t want my own hippo anymore.\u00a0\u00a0 I think I’m really afraid of them now, as I probably should be.<\/p>\n
Last night I had the strangest dream.\u00a0\u00a0 I was walking down the street with some friends, I was in my home town but other than a few of my old friends from High School everyone was Dutch.\u00a0 They were dressed in orange like during the World Cup and I was too.\u00a0\u00a0 One of the streets was like a canal and there was a hippo resting in the water.\u00a0\u00a0 I remembered being chased by a hippo a few weeks prior to this and was sort of nervous passing it by, but everyone else was walking past it, petting it and it didn’t even move.<\/p>\n
When it came my turn to walk past, the hippo raised it’s head and looked at me.\u00a0 Then it slowly started coming out of the water and walking around to a ramp at the end of the canal.\u00a0 I started getting nervous because of my previous experience with hippos but I figured my luck couldn’t be that bad.<\/p>\n
Someone near me shouted “He doesn’t like that color!!” and suddenly I was the only one wearing orange, and I realized he was charging straight towards me.\u00a0\u00a0 I turned around and ran but I could feel him nudging me from behind with his nose.<\/p>\n
I knew my orange shirt was the cause of the attack so I tried to take it off.\u00a0 I was still running and didn’t care about the crowds of people looking at me as I tried to lift it over my head.\u00a0 I got stuck, and somehow my arms and head got tangled in the shirt and I couldn’t get it off, so I was running around blindly with my boobs hanging out and a hippo trying to trample me.<\/p>\n
That’s all I remember, thank god… but I’m pretty sure I hate hippos now.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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