[Formendacil]

I had my first dream that I remembered in months last night, and it figures there would be a BDer involved.

I was doing something with Brinniel, which I blame on the fact that I printed some of my summer pictures yesterday, and this included my visit. I'm not sure anymore, but I think we might have been travelling somewhere to meet another BDer, but who? I know not.

Anyway, were stopped at what I can only describe as some sort of a 1950s diner in the middle of swamp in the middle of a very dune-y desert. Think something like a Cajun oasis in Utah...

Although I'm sure we stopped there to eat, we ordered off the menus because the menus were themselves rather strange. Instead of having food on them, they contained instructions that, for some reason or another we had to follow in order to get our food. It might have been magic...

Whatever the case was, Brinn read ahead first, and apparently the first instruction had to involve a falsehood, and she said "My gun is not loaded and it is a rifle." At this point, she pulled a pretty lady's handgun out of her purse and pointed in demonstration. I remember being vaguely shocked that Brinn was so nonchalant with her gun, though the fact that she owned one was one that my brain seemed to think was perfectly normal.

I believe I was in the middle of going through my first set of instructions when I woke up...