Is It A Bird? Is It A Plane? No, It's a Pretzel-Shaped Pterodactyl!

Sometimes I worry about my dreams – they are too weird. Today I wrote a musical play in my sleep, rehearsed it with the actors ‘n’ everything. The props department came to me with a problem: they said they could manage the spaceship (!) I’d written into the opening scene but they were having problems making the pretzel shaped pterodactyl that I'd ordered.
A pretzel shaped pterodactyl?

Should I see my doctor?