this weekend i’ve been plagued by odd and/or disturbing dreams.
friday night i dreamt that sister #2, sister #3 and i were being chased by an evil badman. i’m not sure which of the sisters he was after, but it was one of them. it was winter and the roads were icy and slippery. i was driving sister #3’s car and we were trying to lose him as he chased us. both the sisters had bad 80s hair. in fact, the dream sister didn’t look anything like the real sister, just that one had blondish hair and one had dark hair, which is what lead me to believe it was these two sister.
so we were slipping and sliding and crying trying to get away from the evil badman who wanted to kill one of the sisters. we kept taking these backroads and he’d still find us. so, i had the brillant stroke of genius to go to target and maybe we could lose him there. target was packed. i was holding sister #3’s hand as we maneuvered through the crowd.
but the evil badman caught up with us, and i sent her off to the car. he chased after her and i began shouting how he was gonna try to kill my sister. then i got on the loudspeaker and told everyone what he looked like and he was going to try to kill my sister in the white car.
so the target crowd caught the evil badman and my sister was safe and i was a hero.
so then this morning i dreamt that i was eating at some sort of swanky baked-potato bar and it was taking forever to get my change and i had left work at like noon and by the time they got me my change it was 2:15 and sister #4 walked in and was wondering what i was doing at the baked potato place in the middle of the day. then the phone rang, so i woke up.
At this moment there is a massive container of barbecue pork ribs simmering in the oven. Shortly, I shall open the oven door and introduce a large dish full of roasting potatoes to the 450-degree heat, and the already-scrumptious scent wafting through the house shall become indescribably delicious.
This has nothing to do with anything, other than you mentioned potatoes in the last paragraph.
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