This morning at breakfast the three of us discovered that we all had nightmares the night before.
My daughter dreamt that we had mean turkeys in our house. One was "guarding the fireplace."
When I asked her why she dreamed about turkeys, she said,"I don't know. It's not even November."
I had a dream that there were bears running loose in the field behind our fence. I called the authorities and they told me that the construction crew had to handle it. Well, I knew that wasn't going to happen. So, in my dream I drove around trying to find the bears while calling the park service on my cell phone.
I managed to find a huge grizzly. He got away. Drat.
Hubs had a dream that he was deep in the thick bamboo of an unknown location when suddenly a friend yelled, "ATTACK!" A helicopter flew over and nearly killed them all.
I'm guessing I shouldn't serve spaghetti for dinner anymore. What do you think?
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Wow. I think you all feel threatened by something. Other than Maggie.
At least not spaghetti with anchovie paste?
My husband dreamed he got gored by a deer last night. . .our house was full of them. . .maybe it has something to do with Wednesdays?
Yikes! Sounds like -- unless there was something scary on TV last night!
Wow, what on earth are you adding to your spaghetti sauce? 8v0
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