corriander

Last night I had a dream where I was grocery shopping with Shawndaddy, his son and Cedar. All I was wearing was a grey t-shirt (and not a very long one at that).

I find a few things odd with this dream:

1) The t-shirt I had on is stained with motor oil in real life and in the dream it was clean.

2) Shawndaddy's old Cavalier was sitting in the middle of the store and was being used as the display table for pumpkins.

3) The cheese selection at the grocery store was horrible. No camembert, no piave, no colton-basset stilton. (this borders on a nightmare for me)

Yeah, that is about it . . .