Last night I dreamt that I opened a dusty thing — maybe an art folder or a glass light cover — and all these tiny dead bugs and animals fell out.
There were moths and flies and a horse that would have been about two inches long and one inch high. They were all dead and dried out and covered in dust.
When I opened the container to clean it, they all fell on my bed and were too gross to even think about cleaning the mess. So I left.
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You have some crazy dreams hon! Didn't you use to sell knives at sometime! miss you!
I forgot about the knives that wouldn't cut.
Hi Kristie!
I miss you too, Sugar Plum!
Are you and Nate back in BC and all settled in? How've you been?
When are you going to come for a visit?
Hope all is well. Tell your family hi from me.
You might find it slightly less charming if you knew how often I ignore messes.
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