Proof My Dreams Are Not Prophetic, Just Weird
Last night I dreamed that my Grandpa and I had magic wands, which we used to turn ourselves invisible in order to steal many, many loaves of bread to give to a soup kitchen.
I get a magic wand, and this is what I do? And the crazy part...I was trying to steal only lite, whole wheat bread.
Also, in answer to questions, I don't know who Dr. Y was marrying, but her ring was an oval, navy blue stone with a silver setting. Lov-er-ly.
Last night I dreamed that my Grandpa and I had magic wands, which we used to turn ourselves invisible in order to steal many, many loaves of bread to give to a soup kitchen.
I get a magic wand, and this is what I do? And the crazy part...I was trying to steal only lite, whole wheat bread.
Also, in answer to questions, I don't know who Dr. Y was marrying, but her ring was an oval, navy blue stone with a silver setting. Lov-er-ly.
posted by Jean Luc Petard at
8:27 PM
1 Comments:
I can think of worse things to do with a magic wand than to deliver bread to the homeless. I also note that in your dream you didn't just conjure the bread up for the soup kitchen, which I guess just goes to show that you read your Harry Potter.
That sounds like a nice ring. Maybe I will have one made just for fun.
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Dr Yakalumpf, PhD, at 10:16 AM
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