We’ve all had them. Dreams that are so convoluted and disjointed that there’s no way to make sense of them. “I had a dream last night” you’ll say. “I was in my grandma’s house, but it wasn’t really my grandma’s house, you know? Stephanie and Joe walk in hand-in-hand like they were dating – but they’ve never met! Then Michael starts throwing ping-pong balls for the dog to catch, but they turn in to raw eggs when they land. And then, we’re at my office. Not the one I work in now, the one at my last job…”
The person you’re telling begins to look at you a bit oddly, and you realize you’re starting to sound like a lunatic. Continue reading
Maid's Day Off 