happens even in my dreams.
Yesterday Terry was telling me how he saves money buying lighters in five-packs.
Last night, Dream Character A was awfully disapproving of Dream Character B’s purchase of a five-pack of lighters. Shocked even. As far as I know they didn’t know each other, and I was surprised by DCA’s emotional investment in another Dream Character’s purchase. I don’t know how we wound up in that store. We probably needed Robitussin. Or pantyhose.