Last night, I had a dream that I was back in college and working on a paper. I had to print it out, but I didn't have a printer. It was late at night and snowing. So, for some reason, I went and put on slippers and took a sleeping bag and wrapped it around me. Then I went out in the snow to find the cottage where the campus caretaker, Morgan Freeman, lived--to ask to use his printer.
Strange.
Strange.
tonkakatt:
that is a bit odd