Sometimes I worry about my dreams – they are too weird. Today I wrote a musical play in my sleep, rehearsed it with the actors ‘n’ everything. The props department came to me with a problem: they said they could manage the spaceship (!) I’d written into the opening scene but they were having problems making the pretzel shaped pterodactyl that I'd ordered.
A pretzel shaped pterodactyl?
Should I see my doctor?
Great Piano Art! - Those of you who visit my Scrumptious Blog will be used to seeing my cartoons on there. One of my cartoon making pals, C.C., is a lovely lass and very tale...
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