We're together in dreams
Last night, I dreamed that I passed a great bustard on my way home from work. It was standing in a field. "Oh, look: that's a great bustard", I said to the very nice lady who gives me a lift home.
Thing is, if you had asked me yesterday when I was awake whether I knew what a great bustard was, I'd've been hard-pushed to come up with the right answer...
The Editor
posted by
Lady Bracknell | Wednesday, October 24, 2007
5 Comments:
Oh, indeed they do.
But what is it which makes them suddenly appear like that, I wonder...?
I asked Pop this evening whether I could vacate my own head and live in his for a while. He wasn't keen.
Oh Sage who knows her onions.
I have stuffed myself well at your bounteous table. I have gobbled here at my hearts content.
You saucy thing you;-)
Ivor Moosbeere
Did the great bustard in your dream look like the one in the photograph?
Well, it was very big. And brown.
But no, not exactly.
Are you sure you're spelling it right? You were on the way home from work, after all.....
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