- Dad, I had a dream you were smoking. Do you smoke?
No, honey. I told you I quit. I haven’t smoked all year.
You also had a different form.
Oh yeah?
You were a raccoon.
See? How could I smoke if I washed my cigarettes first?
Also, the back seat of my Mazda looks as if a fairy got carsick back there. Glitter all over.
Gotta be Gamma, right? Beta’s not made of glitter.
That’s the surprising thing – the dream was Gamma, but the glitter was from Beta and her friend’s Christmas gift exchange in my car on the way to the movies one night earlier this month.
i’m still trying to get all the glitter out of my rug
from the halloween party
of course i’m made of glitter! and frills, and silk, and lace…
all that glitters is not gamma
said by shakespeare and some spammers
many a man his doblo hath sold
a glittered mazda to behold…