More Boring Dreams
Last night, I dreamed I was living somewhere that was over-run with turtles. Not C. Turtle, either. Actual turtles. I vaguely recall that I was the one responsible for this. I also recall that my dad had killed one of the big ones, and was marinating it in the fridge. I was kind of upset, but relieved, as they were taking over my life and something had to be done. But I was upset because we has marinating it in prune juice.
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