I mean, really, where does it come up with some of the dreams I have? Here's a quote from last night: "He's in there right now drinking the gravy without asking first!" Undoubtedly my subconscious was tinged with thoughts of the upcoming Thanksgiving feast in which gravy will be consumed (hopefully without ptomaine or botulism) and the lunch I had with my grandparents that involved a baked potato and gravy. But drinking gravy? Really? I have never seen someone quaff gravy, even when it was damned good stuff.
Maybe I'll post random quotes from other dreams, but then again, when a person recounts a dream it is usually a lot more interesting to the dreamer than the audience. Gnight! Sweet dreams! (and Mom: yellow, chocolate brown, and cadet blue)
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