'Morning, good people!
Just ready Motzky's awesome thread: "I dream of wooden ships" and immediately got the giggles.
So as not to sully an otherwise perfectly good thread, I figured I'd stop by the bar and tell you all what I dream about:
I dream about having babies.
Having babies and then mislaying them.
Having babies then going about my day, and then looking on the shelf, sometimes days later, and seeing my baby there and yelping "omg! I totally forgot about you!!!!". Whipping out a boob and frantically getting that baby fed and fine again.
Obviously somewhere in my subconscious I've got some stellar creations lying, just begging to be nurtured. Just can't for the life of me find the fucking shelf I put them on. Dammit.
Where the fuck did I put my inward-looking glasses, anyway!!!
Worry is a misuse of imagination
“She had blue skin, And so did he.
He kept it hid And so did she.
They searched for blue Their whole life through,
Then passed right by- And never knew.”