Sometime last night or this morning I dreamt quite vividly that I had gone downstairs for a snack, intended to break off a corner of the brick of Cheddar in the fridge, and wound up eating nearly all of the cheese I had. Later I woke hungry, and was confused to find all the cheese still there.
Better than dreaming you ate a giant marshmallow and woke to find your pillow gone.
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Better than dreaming you ate a giant marshmallow and woke to find your pillow gone.
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Sort of on the line that the only thing worse than finding a worm in your apple is finding half a worm.