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Trouble said:
I had a dream last night, dead serious, that htis was the best book I ever read.
I have the strangest dreams.
I have the strangest dreams.
Dude, that's not weird. For the last week, I've had a dream every night, some nights more than one.
In one of them, I worked at a tiny wine cellar, where poeple could sit down and drink a bottle of wine of their choice. But, we served our wine with feathers in the bottles. Chicken, peacock, emu, eagle, dove, pigeon, duck etc. they were all there. So upon choosing the wine, the customer also selected a feather to enjoy with it (with suggestions from the "featherwine" connoisseurs present of course).
Now, here comes the weird part: the feathers, for some reason, were too dangerous to handle, so we had to spit them into the wine. Yes, that's right, spit them. Upon selecting both their wine and feather, one of the staff would open the wine and spit the feathers into the bottle. Then, with all the practised stoicism of a posh waiter, glasses were poured and bibulous festivities commenced.
I rarely used to dream. I can't think of anything that I've changed except I now eat a lot more fish and drink a lot more beer.
I won't even mention my other dreams, 'cause I think this is kind of bordering on spam...
Oh, woo, go Scott Lynch, can't wait to read your Lies
Enjoy it!
