We are at the house I'm currently living at (my grandfathers old place... it's strange.. so many of my dreams took place here... even before I moved here) and I am attempting to unpack these penguins that had died and turned to plastic when we packed them.
I was sad, so I went and breathed into their beaks and they slow came back alive as they sat on the porch railing. There were also plastic puffin slippers, I was unsure of what to do with those. I was srpaying the penguins with a spray bottle so they wouldn't dry out, but getting low on water.
Suddenly it started raining, it was a refreshing rain that made me happy, and I filled the spray bottle with with it from the water running off the roof.
The penguins were all very pleased with the rain.
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