Parrots and Raspberries

In a pet shop and saw a huge, light blue parrot. The man let it out and it landed on my wrist. It started to speak to me like a person would, but instead of listening to the message it was keen to deliver, I dashed off and heard it say "Goodbye," in a pained voice.
I cycled off but walked when I came to a steep hill. Alongside the road were raspberry bushes with raspberries the size of pineapples. They looked and tasted gorgeous.
I photographed one with my mobile and another cyclist up ahead urged me to hurry. Why? I wondered as I was not holding him up. Why did he not taste the raspberries as well?
Then he told me he had a BBQ to organise.
I sort of understood.

The Forgotten BBQ

I woke up from an afternoon nap and found my back garden full of people and motor cars. My befuddled brain clicked round a few notches and realised I had forgotten about a barbeque that I had organised. People stood expectantly around with uncooked sausages. Max the dog went outside for his daily inspection of the garden, ran around rather hysterically and headed out of the front gate straight across the main road. He collided head on with a brick wall at the far side and knocked himself out. I walked across and hoisted him onto my shoulder and headed back across the road. Unexpectantly the road had changed itself into a deep river with 60 foot vertical sides. Black salmon were climbing up the vertical mud towards me. With either extreme bravado or stupidity I launched myself into space heading for the deepest part of the water, complete with Max around my shoulders. History does not record if I survived as I had the good fortune to wake up into another incredible day of sunshine.
Going to be repairing my wall alongside the road or river today, whatever.