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There's cheese in them thar hills!
Apr. 25th, 2014 09:33 pmLast night's dream:
Rhiannon has acquired a huge amount of gold bullion by some sort of illicit means and - by some manner of magic? - transformed it all into blocks of cheese. Our coffee table is covered in cheese, stacked in orderly piles more than a foot high.
A moustachioed man in a ten-gallon hat is leaning back in the chair in front of our DVD shelf, lazily pointing a huge revolver at Rhi while she puts blocks of cheese into sacks. He is the Sheriff or Marshal or something. Something he says makes it clear that he is planning to keep the gold for himself and that he's working alone. I pick up a block of cheese and throw it toward his face. As it sails through the air, Rhi snaps her fingers to reverse the change.
Rhiannon has acquired a huge amount of gold bullion by some sort of illicit means and - by some manner of magic? - transformed it all into blocks of cheese. Our coffee table is covered in cheese, stacked in orderly piles more than a foot high.
A moustachioed man in a ten-gallon hat is leaning back in the chair in front of our DVD shelf, lazily pointing a huge revolver at Rhi while she puts blocks of cheese into sacks. He is the Sheriff or Marshal or something. Something he says makes it clear that he is planning to keep the gold for himself and that he's working alone. I pick up a block of cheese and throw it toward his face. As it sails through the air, Rhi snaps her fingers to reverse the change.
