Dream Journal
B and I were still living in our apartment on campus. I looked out our large window one afternoon and saw a moose right on the other side of it. I thought this to be impossible: we lived on the second floor.
On further inspection, I saw that a rope had been tied around the moose and attached to a pulley on the roof of the apartment building. The people living in the apartment directly above us were holding onto the other end of the rope. I could not figure out, if they had wanted this moose in their apartment, why they had stopped pulling and had left the moose just hanging there.
The moose began flailing and I was scared that it was going to crash through our window. I did not want a moose in our apartment because of the mess it would make and the things it would break.