If so, can you share?
I had one the other day and it was just ...odd. I dreamt I was walking down a really nice subburban neighborhood ona bright, breezy sunny day. I came across a 3 foot long smallish-box sitting next to a mailbox. I thought to my self, it could get stolen and decided to take it up onto the house's porch and leave it. As I get there, a really cute little girl named Sophia (about 4 to 6 years old) open the door, steps out beside me, and starts having a conversation with me about spending the night at Grandpa's house and allll the fun they were having, all the while this box is sitting on top of my shoulder. After a minute, I hear a voice that sounds like Chris Jones beyond the slightly opened door admonishing her for opening the door to strangers. I turn around sharply to ask her a question about the same time he gets to the door and I smack his bean-counting noggin really hard with the box. All I hear is a really loud groan of pain and I woke up.
So, apparently, in my dreams I am bad guy now for braining him with a box. Poor, poor CJ. LOL!
I had one the other day and it was just ...odd. I dreamt I was walking down a really nice subburban neighborhood ona bright, breezy sunny day. I came across a 3 foot long smallish-box sitting next to a mailbox. I thought to my self, it could get stolen and decided to take it up onto the house's porch and leave it. As I get there, a really cute little girl named Sophia (about 4 to 6 years old) open the door, steps out beside me, and starts having a conversation with me about spending the night at Grandpa's house and allll the fun they were having, all the while this box is sitting on top of my shoulder. After a minute, I hear a voice that sounds like Chris Jones beyond the slightly opened door admonishing her for opening the door to strangers. I turn around sharply to ask her a question about the same time he gets to the door and I smack his bean-counting noggin really hard with the box. All I hear is a really loud groan of pain and I woke up.
So, apparently, in my dreams I am bad guy now for braining him with a box. Poor, poor CJ. LOL!
One Mean, Green-Eyed Fitch.