Perchance to Dream

I just had the weirdest dream I’ve probably ever had.  But more than Bruce Willis trying to kill me with a hobbyist’s 7 volt NiCd battery and a cinderblock, more than going to a theme park in a suit, more than staying in a mansion with several gay psychologists and a blue-skinned Brad Pitt, more than throwing a metal pot full of Froot Loops and milk into a crowded cafeteria line, more than the entire dream collapsing into stick-figure drawings for several minutes, the worst part was that I was eating pistachios at one point and they tasted like grape.

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