Can dreams get any weirder?
During one of my 12 hours of sleep in the last 24 hours, I dreamed I was in a delectable bakery where every bread and cookie item was covered in chocolate. White chocolate, dark chocolate, semi-sweet chocolate. Oh, the choices! I couldn't decide which two to pick to put in my basket.
And in a new twist on my recurring dreams of making painstakingly careful revisions to the blueprints of familiar buildings (most notably, the building for Christian Tabernacle and the house of family friends I used to dogsit for), I rearranged geography last night. I was in search of Estonia. I zoomed in (Google Earth style) on a country I was sure to be it. A little later I realized, no, I was wrong, and that Estonia was on the other side of the body of water. Hmmm, I thought. That's an odd shape. Which was when I realized Russia had moved all of the population of Estonia to the other side of the continent. Why? I don't know.
Weird, I tell you. Weird. But I'll take these over dreams that prey on my fears.
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