Wired dreams.
Dreampt that a team of primordial dwarves was chasing me around a car dealsership, and every time one bumped into a car they dissolved into a pile of sand. Finally there was only one left, an especially tiny albino, and just as she was about to stab me in the knee with a meat thermometer, Vman showed up and grabbed her by the wrists. “I’ll take it from here” he said, and left. I ended up sweeping up all the sand.
Maybe that cottage cheese wasn’t such a good idea after all.
Nah this was a weather dream not a food dream. Food dreams always have bathrooms.
Good to know Vman has your back, particularly with primeval dwarves.
One wonders what’s weighing on your subconscious…..
You call that a bad dream. V-man calls that “Tuesday”
I don’t call that a bad dream. Usually “bad” dreams involve accordions.
That was no dream, sir.
But when you woke up today, didn’t you notice how wierd was wired weirdly?