Why do I keep dreaming about elephants?
Last night I dreamed I was massaging a baby elephant.
I remember I was doing effleurage
and petrissage strokes, and the baby elephant's hide, contrary to reality, I'm sure, felt like the softest suede.
Even in my dream-state I realized something was wrong, namely that I was undoubtedly about to be squished into paste by a herd of pissed-off elephants, but I didn't stop!
Oh, well...I guess you just have to enjoy things while they last!