Whoa there.
Had the weirdest dreams last night... There was a shepherd who had a small circular aquarium (with water, fishes and all) as a kind of necklace, a plot that had a portable bike pump, terrorists on a bus, which was of course a shuttle from a spaceship that had my mother's side family having a party to a beach where there was some strange deterministic werewolves (yes, at the beach, but I guess it's okay, because it was on another planet anyway). The terrorists delivered their threats in Revenue Canada envelopes, each with our names, almost as if they were sent as couriers by them or something.
It was rather nightmarish at parts, but when I got the Revenue Canada threats, I figured that filling tax forms in my dreams was just too over the top, gave up and took it easier after, facing the deterministic werewolves with cool (that's how I found they were deterministic). No, I can't really explain, you just had to be there.
In other news, I'm drinking (real) Champagne, in bed, in my underwear. If only I had Italian poutine, I could beat my previous record. Whether that's good or bad is left as an exercise to the reader.
It was rather nightmarish at parts, but when I got the Revenue Canada threats, I figured that filling tax forms in my dreams was just too over the top, gave up and took it easier after, facing the deterministic werewolves with cool (that's how I found they were deterministic). No, I can't really explain, you just had to be there.
In other news, I'm drinking (real) Champagne, in bed, in my underwear. If only I had Italian poutine, I could beat my previous record. Whether that's good or bad is left as an exercise to the reader.