Then, when you possess a mind like mine, all that stress dissolves with a dream.
I was in England, in a large bakery and tea shop. I don't know if they have such things. The place was full of very mature women. I was being ignored as a bothersome American.
So, what did I do? Why I grabbed a wooden spoon and floated around the high ceilings like a witch on a broom making scary noises.
That got their attention.
2 comments:
I'm always jealous of your dreams!
I've been having crazy dreams too lately. If you're going to have naked dreams at least do something productive in them.
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