Behind door number two, we have the dream where I'm conducting a statistical study of supermarket purchases with my mother. Behind door number three, I'm taking life-saving lessons at a swimming pool and my instructor is telling me I saved the mock-drowning girl wrong because I didn't use the giant rubber duck as a respirator.
I did not have pizza for dinner last night but I did have a pizza-like substance called "centioli." I must now drag my dream-bombed head to work. Gah.
