Dreamy

I was a cartoonist and I lived with five dogs and a bunny (who was convinced it was a dog as well). The dogs had awful names, like Roy and Greger, and I never seemed to be able to remember what the bunny was called. I think it was Pearl. Or Bell. Maybe Tinkerbell? Bing? Anyway, the bunny wore a tutu and used to dance in a sort of jumping fashion whenever I played my piano made out of straws. If I made too much of a noise the bunny would shriek and fall over.
Then I woke up.