Jill Y somehow felt compelled to tell me about the dream she had. It had something to do with a never-ending foam snake, area codes for Brisbane and elastic knee support. Now I’m not someone who can pretend to care about something when I obviously don’t. Two minutes after her incoherent rambling began, I morphed from human to fertilizer:
Most conversations should be delivered in 140 characters or less.
Now you’re talking but can you really see it catching on?
Have you considered astral projection? For those two minutes you could be fitting foam snakes inside plastic knee supports in Brisbane – or anywhere else in the world.
It’s definitely on the Y list of things to do. As soon as I figure out how magnets work, the out of body stuff will be next.
If I had a dream about you, wouldn’t you want to know about it? 😉
As compelling a question as that is, I tend to pop up in people’s nightmares rather than dreams! 😉
Make the description of the dream shorter than a commercial, and I’m in. Otherwise, nothing to see here people, just move it along.
This is a prime example of “The Fertilizer Rule” in action.
So, this is a day at work for Bill Y? Well, let me tell you the dream I had about Bon Jovi…
And one of the more productive day s at work too! I’d love to listen to your dream about Bon Jovi Don Don’s but Jill Y wants to talk to me about nails or something!