It was like a human game of chess. I found myself dressed all in white with a big round ball on my head. Of course I would be a pawn. Okay. Pawn to H3. Where the smeg is H3? And where is Alice when I need her? What was it the Red Queen said, again? Darn. I could really use another biscuit.
July 18, 2006 08:20 AM
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hi there, as i was going over my blog, I saw that you had payed me a visit, and I wanted to thank you!
ok Q? for you when you say biscuit, are you saying you want a country biscuit or cookie (biscuit)? :)
have a great day!
Biscuit: that's a transatlantic confusion!
Was this a dream?!?
Will that be with gravy or butter?
Jel: I believe that would be a cookie for those of us on this side of the pond.
Captain: Very true - like pants and trousers.
PW: And here I thought the Alice reference would be a dead givaway. I was thinking of Through The Looking Glass. So, in a manner of speaking, it was a dream, but not mine.
Pat: I prefer my biscuits (buttermilk that is) with honey.
The things I read, see or hear often influence my dreams. So, I thought you had read Through the Looking Glass and it influenced your dream. :)
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