I have had a very dreamy nights sleep. Lots of war, and land mines and tanks with eels in them that protect where Tom Cruise and Kate (ie) Holmes are doing their best to re-enact that scene from V where the baby comes out and then hisses with a forked tongue.
Also I could fly, and I really like those dreams. You spread your arms, run a bit and VOILA, up you go. YAY!
So, I pick that. So did the paramour, although he didn't seem to give it a lot of thought. Perhaps he wanted me to stop talking to him until the snooze button had gone off fifty-five times (velly annoying that, why can't people just set alarms for when they get up?)
Although maybe I'd like telekinisis...
NO! Flying. I pick flying.
How 'bout you?
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