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Things That Make You Go "Hmmmm"

So last night I dreamt about mice in a cupboard where we lived, which just happened to be a garden supply store. I told my husband about it, so he went in the cupboard to check, and pulled out a weasel. A very small weasel, but a weasel nonetheless. When he went outside to take care of said weasel, I looked in the cupboard, and there was a mouse, so I picked it up WITH MY BARE HANDS and lobbed it into the outer beyond. Luckily, there was a tiger around, so all was taken care of. After that, I went to get ice cream, and though I asked for the berry variety, the man brought me some hazelnut that he had been saving.

The night before I dreamt about a mermaid and a bathtub and the mermaid's unhappy pregnancy.

And Stephanie Meyer gets werewolves and vampires in her dreams, bringing her a multi-book deal and puppy-love from millions of teens.

Hmmm.

Comments

  1. ScarehaircareMarch 11, 2009 at 11:35 PM

    Hmmm, maybe a plot with a pregnant mermaid living in a garden store, singing to the mice and weasels? Wait....didn't someone already do that one?

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  2. Ginger JohnsonMarch 11, 2009 at 11:38 PM

    I'm curious to see what tonight will bring...most likely insomnia as a result of the gazillion-calorie celebratory meal I just had. :)

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  3. SoozcatMarch 16, 2009 at 11:16 PM

    Egg nog with lots of nutmeg. Few things will give you weirder dreams. Great bang for the buck. ;)

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