Dream a Little Dream of...Whuh?
I've come across a secret potion, loyal readers, that I wish to share with you. This potion gives me some bizarre and vivid dreams. And the magical potion is -- Bailey's Irish Cream! When I imbibe this libation close to my bed time, there's an increased chance of me having and remembering some heady dreams. For instance...
I had a Frisbee that I would fly on. When I threw it, I would jump on and it would allow me to soar through the air. I also remember flying over this suburban street lined with tall deciduous trees. I visited several places, one of which I think was a gas station in the country. I had my reasons, apparently.
Nothing totally out of whack, mind you, but still vivid and strange. It's not like I dreamt of being a paratrooper with an ice cream scooper landing into a river of chocolate and diving down to carve out some creamy goodness to make a delicious mudslide or anything...mmmm, mudslide.
Drink up, y'all, and sweet dreams!
3 comments:
I have the same reaction with Vicadin. But for some reasons, my dreams always include shoe factories.
What kind of shoe factory? Are we talking Prada or Payless? Would that delineate a dream from a nightmare? LOL
Alchie...
LOL!
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