On any given night, my dreams are outstandingly intelligent, creative, and entertaining. Until, of course, I wake up and the trap-door of reality releases underneath their story-lines and leaves me wondering, “How in the world did that seem to make so much sense to me when I was asleep?!” But last night, my friends, I composed a poem in my dreams that actually makes sense on this side of reality! And so, with no further ado, I share with you…
Shepherd Suzy refused to use the plural in her sleep
Until she counted and had gathered all of her sheep.
Mmm hmmm. Yep. That’s what’s stirring around in the subconscious mind of a former English teacher-turned-toddler’s mommy… Now you know.