They're each about the size of my hand. One was dark brown and the other one was kind of golden. They loved me, too. Whenever I put my hand down in their cage, they ran and jumped on and hugged my thumb. They were actually smaller than real pygmy marmosets, only about the size of mice. But they were so cute.
Then I woke up and realized I didn't really have any kind of pet, and I was sad.
I also met Paris Hilton in my dream. For some reason, I took a drag on a cigarette, and then she was sitting nearby with Nicole Richie, looking very smug-n-smirky, and said something about how smoking cigarettes will give you hair buildup in your lungs. And I said nooo...you mean tar buildup. And she got very upset and accused me of thinking she was stupid.
Then I woke up.