Couldn't resist using that Homer line for the title.

The other night I dreamed that I was having cheeseburgers for lunch with a man about my age. He was good looking and had dirty blonde hair. We spoke at length, but I can't remember a word of it. He seemed invested in the conversation, while I seemed uninterested or at least distracted. I spent ( Read more... )

I hadn't written in my dream journal in quite some time, so I'm gonna play a bit of catch up here.

I was outside with one of my closest friends, Cassandra. There were a bunch of the small adorable Woodpeckers who laugh foraging on the ground; Acorn Woodpeckers. At least twenty of them ( Read more... )