I just woke from a dream in which I was Anne Shirley (of Anne of Green Gables fame), but lived with Mr. Barefoot in a home that looked remarkably like my folks' place. While out looking for Big Sprout one day, I found a dentists office in the back field. While talking to the dentist (a handsome young man who ended up being the father of Big Sprout's Dream Friend), I decided I had to leave only to have this nice dentist offer me a joint made from green tissue paper and some form of SuperWeed that he got out of an air-hockey machine there in the lobby of a turn of the century dentist's office. He wrapped the joint like a burrito and I took one toke, after which I kept spitting out mouthfulls of seeds and grass. What followed was a long dream segment of running around trying to convince Mr. Barefoot I was sober (which I was NOT), spitting out mouthfulls of this stuff, and finding that Big Sprout and some of the girls were actually living in the woods and had their laundry hanging up in such a fashion as to make quite an extensive labyrinth. At one point, I stood on a beautiful antique dining table and spoke quite eloquently to the stodgy old grandfather with no teeth who did not approve of the activities going on at this dentist's office.
Don't you wish you were me? I mean, when I think about that dream I figure that it is no wonder that I never want to wake up!