Hey, you remember a long time ago you saw a picture of my front door and told me I should get a different door because someone could break in through the glass? Last night I dreamed someone broke in and I heard them and I ran in to find their hand sticking through the glass trying to unlock the door. I had my ShootMoot knife and I cut the person's thumb off. They ran off.
Then I put the thumb in a baggie of ice. I didn't get around to calling 911 before I woke up but I intended to call 911 and tell them I had the thumb, if anyone from a local hospital should come in and need it.
Heh!
I think I dreamed this because 1) you told me my door wasn't safe and 2) Steve came close to cutting his thumb off when he butchered that chicken.
Oh dear...that's a bit frightening!
I, on the other hand, dreamed about sharing chocolate cream pie with my Dad and a couple of younger siblings. And running around in the woods back home.
Considering lately I keep havin' nightmares, that was a rather nice change.
Mmmm...chocolate cream pie.