I dreamt that everytime a high school friend of mine sprayed me with a fire hose I turned into a different one of our friends.
High school hose
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Confessional ride
I drempt that I crouched down into a tiny confessional and it flipped upside down like a carnival ride.
Father Bill
I drempt that Bill Gates was crying in my arms and, to comfort him, I said, “You are my father,” and he pulled away and said, “That’s too far.”
Mairzy Doats and Dozy Doats
I dreamt with children’s nursery rhyme “Mairzy Doats” as the song track throughout: Mairzy doats and dozy doat and liddle lamzy divy. Akiddly divy do. Wouldn’t you?”
[For the uninitiated adults, “Mares eat oats, and does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy. A kid’ll eat ivy too, wouldn’t you?”]
Boot tongues
I dreamt that my daughter’s job was to stick her hand into dirty, smelly contractors’ work boots and straighten out the tongues.
Pony pet
I dreamt that my neighbor brought a pony home from the animal shelter squished into the back seat of her hatch back.
Beverage hierarchy
I dreamt that I was swimming in a pool that had a long counter of coffees available. I swam passed, in ascending quality in my waking opinion, Starbucks, then Keurig, then Dunkin’ hot, then Dunkin’s iced, until I came to a refrigerator of sodas, and chose a Coke.
