Last night I had a dream about mailing
verying a letter composed with/on conversation hearts. Not in envelopes or anything--that'd be too sensible for my dreamsource. I was addressing and mailing each heart individually. I woke up while I-in-the-dream was explaining to someone (or someones--I think it was
estrellada and Anitude disguised as postal clerks, actually) what I was doing and that it was a great idea and not doomed to failure at all. Upon being awake, I realized that anvilicious dream was anvilicious (ie, that is kind of what
verying and I really do, and it is just as sweet and silly and endless as mailing someone individually-addressed conversation hearts).
BAH, DREAMSOURCE.
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