Had a dream last night…
I went to Hardees to get myself a combo meal.
For the drink, I chose a vanilla shake. Well,
apparently, it wasn’t big enough because I then
went right next door to a specialty drink/coffee
shop. They had several varieties of smoothies
(in those machines that churn the goo), all on a
turntable no less… that’s just how many. I chose
the vanilla smoothie. A man resembling the
Jessica/Ashley Simpson father took my order.
A teenybopper handed me the drink, but not
before making me sign a waiver. Yes, a waiver.
She stated that most don’t like this smoothie,
so basically I was signing that I wouldn’t
demand my money back after having been told
full well it is wildly disliked. She didn’t have an
official waiver though, or even a real sheet of
paper. I was handed a cup, cut open, so I could
write on the smooth inside. I made it clear that
I don’t sign just anything. Well, I did sign it, but,
as a clever ploy, I signed it T. Rex. And the
smoothie was truly awful, but it was only a
dollar. The Hardees shake was delightful.

I hopped in the car and Dad was driving,
seemingly as a chauffeur (he always did kind of
like driving me around… I think he was just
paranoid about his little girl driving). As we
were heading west down Mound road, we went
past the former home of my childhood friend
Kristin Snow, that was later renovated into a
video repair place. Well, now, in my dream, it is
an Amish-made guitar store. There were guitars
everywhere like it was an Amish-made guitar
yard sale. They even had a playplace for all the
little rugrats. Then my Spongebob alarm clock
went off and bursted my dream bubble.

Sometime during the course of the night, I also
dreamt that I had had stomach surgery. I looked
down to see the scar and was angry they hadn’t
done a bikini cut, but then I remembered that
bikini cuts are more for Caesarian sections rather
than appendicitis…or whatever it was I had
tweaked. I must have had a bellyache during
the night.


Dinosaur
or

ROCKKK!
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