I'm trapped

like a fool I'm in a cage.
I can't get out
you see I'm trapped
can't you see I'm so confused?
I can't get out
you see I'm trapped!

Weirdly, I have no idea how he got in there, but watching him get out was hilarious.  This is becoming a little like a game, where the humans come up with different designs and the pigeons demonstrate the flaws in the design!

Tonight's walk involved conversations about lucid dreams.  This was because I shared with James that I had a dream a few nights back where I was a hostess in a casino that was run by Hitler (clearly all this world war talk is doing this).  But it wasn't really a casino - it was a front for a mobster murdering ring and my actual job was to dispose of the bodies in very specific cupboards in and around the building.  It was very vivid.

Analyse THAT!

I wish my brain was that able to function during the day time.