A little press release from moi to point out that my weird dreams are not induced but rather, inherited. My mother also, is a dreamer and I would like to describe one very peculiar dream she had a few years ago that has never failed to amuse me. I shall write as if she is explaining it to you (the grammar is too tricky to get right and I don't want to be hunted by the Grammar Nazi's, even though they are already after me).
One Evening, my friends, Iain and Aileen came round for the evening for a bottle of wine and a chat. However, they brought their horse with them. So I managed to get it down the stairs into the lounge and then into kitchen. I didn't know where to put it so I decided to put it into the lift in my kitchen and send it downstairs to the basement. However, my kitchen caught on fire, so I was running about mad trying to save this horse...
I think you'll agree, that is pretty weird.
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