It was a crazy dream!
I was zonked asleep, which is important, because sometimes I daydream. In fact, sometimes blogging is like daydreaming, except with words.
Anyway, I was asleep dreaming.
My dreams are usually weird — near sighted blonde unicorns with measles playing frisbee golf while carrying spittoons for their chewing tobacco weird. Unless you’re deranged, my dreams seldom make sense!
I dreamed about being in an open country field with rolling hills and tall grass as a contestant in a show similar to Wipe Out. The next task in the show was to ride a merry-go-round for children. Continue reading Dreamtown to Awakeville