Doesn't Ebenezer Scrooge blame his nightly visions on bits of undigested beef? Not to say my pot roast was indigestible, but I have had crazy dreams the last couple of nights. Sunday night's dreams consisted of an abandoned apartment building, a big cat at large, plastic surgery (or magic?), and unsolved mysteries. Last night's was comprised of a blind date, pink diamonds, sorority girls, and a disconnected telephone number. No Ghost of Christmas Past, no Brad Pitt sightings, but definitely interesting.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Not Your Usual Visions of Sugar Plums
Doesn't Ebenezer Scrooge blame his nightly visions on bits of undigested beef? Not to say my pot roast was indigestible, but I have had crazy dreams the last couple of nights. Sunday night's dreams consisted of an abandoned apartment building, a big cat at large, plastic surgery (or magic?), and unsolved mysteries. Last night's was comprised of a blind date, pink diamonds, sorority girls, and a disconnected telephone number. No Ghost of Christmas Past, no Brad Pitt sightings, but definitely interesting.
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You and Emma should get together...you both have crazy dreams...and you can remember them:)
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