Sam has apparently inherited my tendency to intensely detailed and creative dreaming.
He told me this morning he’d dreamt he was a lower level goblin who was using origami crystals to defeat his enemies and then move on into the cavern where he could magically create basketballs in two different sizes.
Whereas, I dreamt I was trying to rescue people from lying down on a threshing machine. They didn’t think it would kill them, despite the bloody evidence. OK, dream guides, I’m listening!
And then, on the lighter side: I was prepping my little goddess sculptures for a photo shoot and noticed they’d been dipped in chocolate!