I'm sure I dream a lot more than I remember.
So it's only the wild and weird that happen when not not in deep sleep that you do.
So the dream where I'm talking to David Attenborough while he eats and he tells me that he needs a femistist to say a certain term to annoy his director was very odd indeed.
Though not quite so much as a vaguely remembered dream about pashing a girl.
No idea where either of those came from.
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