Spouse Stiles has had the following dreams this week, described to me thusly:
- “I was the face of Burger King. Like, the center of all its ad campaigns.”
- “I had a suitcase full of steaks. They were like Trump steaks. Prime rib or something, prepackaged.”
- “OK we were going through a train station and I had a suitcase of chocolate chip cookies. You could smell them through the outside of the suitcase cause there were so many. And I was worried that we wouldn’t be able to get them through customs. There was a lot of concrete.”
I guess these are better than having nightmares?