Maybe the best dream I ever had came in the form of a cheap History Channel-style documentary, In Search Of The Questionable Beast Of Gloucester, a cryptid seen only once by an 18th century pastor who espoused the healing properties of gin. The America narrator kept mispronouncing Gloucester.

There was a reenactment of the encounter. The Questionable Beast was sort of ostrich-shaped but covered in orange Sesame Street fur and it’s head was on fire. It was running down a lane and an actor playing the pastor fell backwards off a log in shock, dropping his gin.

10/10. Would dream again.