Even though the week is over and so technically I am not required, by my own rules, to share with you any more dreams, I thought in order to make up for the couple of days last week when I couldn't remember (or didn't have any) dreams, I'd give up one last silly example of what goes on in my mind when I'm not controlling it:
Last night I dreamed that Patrick and I were in the White House, cleaning out the refrigerator.
I guess this is what comes of watching so many re-runs of The West Wing.
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