elephants : small but not pink

dreampt i was living in a place with a patio (may have been my parents house before they changed the patio into den - i think it was).

one of our neighbors had abandoned their pet baby elephant, and he had taken up frightened residence on our patio. he looked hungry but i had no peanuts. instead, i gave him a banana, which he liked. i put him on a leash and we went downtown, where a policewoman saw us.

later, my brother (who was simultaneously my dad's friend's kid's brother) took posession of the elephant somehow and kept it locked up in a hotel bathtub/shower. i went to retrieve my pet elephant, but brother dualie claimed he didn't have it, but knew where it was if i had some large sum of money. i told him to call the police, who knew that i was the owner of the elephant. he didn't.

at this point, the brother switched completely from being my brother to the other guy, which allowed me to punch him in the face (in a rare moment of dream violence) and knock him out. i went into the bathroom, but no elephant baby. so sad!

i gathered up some other stuff from the hotel room which the dualie brother had stolen from me and got back on my moped to go back to the patio house, which, incidentally, was now apparently located on the beach in some kind of beach community of houses sprung up from the sand.

unfortunately, the community had now become overrun by zombies - zombies with a mission. there were two groups: the grabbers and the chasers. the grabbers were stuck to wooden posts driven into the beach sand. the chasers would chase you in a most unzombielike fashion into the waiting arms of the grabbers, who would eat you or turn you into a zombie or something.

i evaded these guys long enough to wake up. huzzah!