The other night I witnessed (in a dream of course) the exorcism of a plate of french fries. Now I don't know the difference between one sort of potato chip from the next let alone one possessed by the devil... so I thus referred such prodding and pocking, decifering and deciding to the experts: the priest and laymen and laywomen who stood around the table that 'lay' this plate and its chips upon. I was just about to discover, truth revealed if the oil the chips were fried in had been unholy cursed when I was abruptly woken by my alarm... time to get ready for my office nine to five I said to myself, wrenching my tired body from beneath the covers.My friend Darren who told me tonight, in response to this story that I have some of the strangest dreams around.
I tend to agree.
the last I dreamt
2 comments:
I don't think your dreams are especially strange. I think you have a flair for remembering and retelling them, though.
I want evil fries!
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