[Wetdogeared]

[dream]I was laying down on the grass at a riverbank on a very pleasant afternoon. I thought it might be the Thames because Stephen Fry was there introducing a '60's band. For a reason unbeknownst to me, the band was jumping up and down like they were on pogo sticks.

Steven Fry started to narrate a story called "The Best Coach Ever". I wished Zelda could be there to hear this so when I turned around there she was, with Patricia and a young girl. I overheard that Zelda couldn't stay -- she had to rush off to deal with some relatives arriving from Newfoundland. I was too shy to approach Patricia and the young girl.

We were interrupted by a band playing from the gazebo. Not the '60's band, but one of those local bands which always has a tuba player. The band was playing a polka and got the crowd all clapping, somewhat in unison.

Some elderly ladies from the WI or lodge came 'round wearing these strange knitted sweaters -- big squares crocheted together resembling very odd looking curling attire.

My partner and I suddenly realized that we were spending $500 per day and would have to sell out within a month and move in with my sister-in-law.

I started picking at the corner of my face, and eventually got the whole face peeled off in one piece.[/dream]

Then I woke up. Real (or should that be unreal) dream, or at least the highlights of one of many dreams, that I had last night. I started a crazy dream thread once, but I was the only one who posted my crazy dreams, and since I fell asleep in this thread I thought I might as well post it here, before we all crash and burn.

Squirrel! Where? What'd I miss?

(You should always let sleeping logs lie.)