"...over my lap, so we can talk..."

I have been dreaming a lot lately. As some of you know that is unheard of for me. But I have been and I have no idea why. The other night I kept dreaming people were telling me things. I cannot remember if any of the things were super important, but the dreams were so damn vivid, that the following day I had to ask a few times, "Did you by any chance tell me that last night before bed?" simply because I thought maybe some of the revelations had not been dreams. Of course, every time I asked that, the person I asked looked at me like I needed to be institutionalized, so I just stopped asking.

Last night I dreamt of brownies. Tons and tons and tons of brownies. Varied brownies. All kinds of brownies. And I kept eating them in the dream way beyond where I would have gotten sick in real life. Now,it's a bit of a no-brainer, really. Before bed I was flipping through Gooseberry Patch: Christmas Book 9 and marking the items and crafts I wanted to make to giveaway for the holidays. Yes, yes, dirty girl is a crafter too! (I love being diverse)

One of the items I marked were buck eye brownies. Yum. And I don't think my dream was a distress call due to the whole Gluten-free thing because we have found mixes that the house agrees are not just as good as, but better than regular brownies. So they could be used in the recipe or a great homemade GF recipes could be substitued. Orrrrrr, since they are gifts in some instances, they could simply be regular ol' brownies chock full of gluten!

So, I have no idea why the brownies were front and center in my dreams. But I do remember eating them and eating them and eating them and then very panic-stricken thinking, "Oh, my god, I have to stop eating these! This is insane!" And then there was the part where the man patted his lap and said, "Belly up--over my lap--so we can talk. Now...let's talk about how many damn brownies you ate."

Um...You don't think that was where my brain was going do you?

XOXO
Sommer

p.s. fabulous paddle available here. You'll have to wait for Christmas for the brownies...