Two facts
Yesterday I had my very first facial ever.
Last night in my dreams, I starred as the soulful and smokin' hot hero (played by Dr. Chase from House in a carryover from an earlier dream about a zombie hospital takeover) of an epic tale where I worked under a Charles Xavier-like figure (from a somewhat younger and hotter period, with hair, where he was masquerading as an evil baby-killing mastermind to disguise his true agenda of saving the babies from the real evil baby-killing mastermind) to save innocent babies from being kidnapped and killed by a powerful organization of bad guys and instead raise them in a protected and loving community of the babies' natural and chosen parents inside an impenetrable fortress. Along the way I developed some really special extra superpower, I outsmarted all kinds of people with my keen understanding of human psychology, I became a role model for troubled teenagers for some reason, and I had the younger and hotter pseudo-Xavier fall passionately but respectfully and stoically in love with me in the sort of gentlemanly way one associates with historical novels. After an interval of superhuman patience he even invited me to his private chambers for a masterfully restrained but effective seduction in the vein one also associates with historical novels.
Coincidence? Or does getting a cranberry-pomegranate facial cause one to be a superstar in one's own personal action movie?
Last night in my dreams, I starred as the soulful and smokin' hot hero (played by Dr. Chase from House in a carryover from an earlier dream about a zombie hospital takeover) of an epic tale where I worked under a Charles Xavier-like figure (from a somewhat younger and hotter period, with hair, where he was masquerading as an evil baby-killing mastermind to disguise his true agenda of saving the babies from the real evil baby-killing mastermind) to save innocent babies from being kidnapped and killed by a powerful organization of bad guys and instead raise them in a protected and loving community of the babies' natural and chosen parents inside an impenetrable fortress. Along the way I developed some really special extra superpower, I outsmarted all kinds of people with my keen understanding of human psychology, I became a role model for troubled teenagers for some reason, and I had the younger and hotter pseudo-Xavier fall passionately but respectfully and stoically in love with me in the sort of gentlemanly way one associates with historical novels. After an interval of superhuman patience he even invited me to his private chambers for a masterfully restrained but effective seduction in the vein one also associates with historical novels.
Coincidence? Or does getting a cranberry-pomegranate facial cause one to be a superstar in one's own personal action movie?