I once had a horrific nightmare about doing that exact thing to save my children from a terrorist, who were hiding in the treehouse and I was empty handed. It was at the re-wedding of friends and the bride was wearing a quasi victorian style princess dress weirdly made of that grungy looking acid washed denim.
OMG, we laughed so hard over that dress when I told my friend about the dream. We agreed the terrorists had saved her from a fatal fashion faux pas.
I almost always recall my dreams and sometimes they are hugely bizarre and entertaining.
I have a lot of crazy dreams, too. They’re entertaining, LOL.
A wedding gown made out of acid-washed denim, huh? Yep....definitely a nightmare. ;)