The Breakfast of My Dreams

I’m not one to remember my dreams when I wake up. My husband, on the other hand—well, he’s a Really Fun Guy in the mornings because he’s so full of stories about saving the world from blue rabbits while armed with only rubber bands and shaving cream…. At least I can dream vicariously, listening to his patchwork adventure tales.Last Sunday, though, I woke from a sound sleep with memories of a fantasy world of my very own. The vision was so vivid, so credible.… Perhaps, I thought, my lingering re … [Read more...]