“…and then the unicorn changed out the light bulb in my closet…”
Uggghhhh. Torture. What seems mystical and interesting to you is just blathering nonsense to me.
Dreams. Hardly a window into my soul. On a given night I usually just have nightmares about whatever was on television before I started to snooze.
I absolutely know that this is the origin of my dreams, so why do I watch shows like “Hitler and the Occult” before nodding off? Seth and I watched a show on National Geographic last night where people in secret American fight clubs beat on each other with cookie sheets.
Sure enough, later that night in my dream, I was beating on Hitler with a cookie sheet.
Mystical and interesting to me…blathering nonsense to you all.
Thank you for your time and attention paid to this matter.