I went to bed last night. This is not uncommon, the uncommon part comes later.
I went to bed and dreamt of fantastical dreams, much like I always do. I have a wonderful ability to dream in full blown, 44 megapixel, chromatically saturated, COLOR. I dream of shark-eating fairies flying with wings made of cheese, I dream of yarn spun mountains, and yodeling jars of marmalade. And I always remember what I was wearing…that is if I am not naked.
Well, last night I went to bed hoping I would be catapulted into a crafty scenario featuring pink tube socks and sea turtles, but instead I became inundated with ideas for my blog. I was so inspired I wrote the following words in Sudoku puzzle book that was in my bedside drawer:
- dabbled in effective hair removal systems aimed especially at my uni
- wean from my co-dependence of scrunchie!
The only problem was, when I woke up I couldn’t figure out what the hell I was trying to say. And what is a uni? Unibrow? Unicorn? Unicycle? I also appreciated that I was able to remember to punctuate with a jaunty exclamation point, but I couldn’t be bothered to spell out uni…
Hopefully next time I have prolific dreams, I remember to take better notes.