Crazy Dream Chronicles Strikes (Yet Again)

So, since I didn't post FIRST THING upon getting up, I only have snatches of last night's dream ...

• It was at a school.
• I was a janitor? Whatever, I was there with Michael after hours.
• There was a display case.
• In the display case (which was easily opened, ... this is pertinent a couple bullet points down)
• Part of the display is a tall, thin, skinny-oval egg. It's tan and speckled with darker brown, white, and black spots.
• The egg begins to crack/hatch.
• A little animal (about seven inches [or thereabouts] long squirms out.
• I pick it up.
• It's a beaver ... a very cute and tiny and well-behaved beaver.
• I don't know what to do with it
• I start to browse the internet [with incognito tabs, since I don't have a license for owning a beaver and I don't want to get in trouble, but it doesn't have a mom and I can't bear for it to starve, since it's a newly-hatched BABY ... and, YES, irl, I KNOW that beavers are MAMMALS and do NOT hatch from eggs] for BEAVER MILK, since I know that there's cat-milk for abandoned kittens, so NATURALLY there'd be BEVER MILK, OF COURSE.
  
  (There's a reason I call these "crazy dream chronicles" ... My subconscious is a very strange place.)
  
• I'm working my darndest to sell Michael on the idea of having a baby beaver.
• He's not really buying it, but agrees that we can foster it while we call a wildlife refuge to take decent care of it.
  
  
• But, I think that when we called, they couldn't take it for some amount of time, so I NEEDED to foster this critter.

And that was the main gist of my dream.

SPECIAL.