So last night I was circulating at a gathering where some sacred guy was giving blessings. I moved from chair to sofa getting closer to the guy. Suddenly, Bushie appeared giving the guy holy hell and he turned and threw his carry-all through a window. I begged the man below to pass it up to me and I discovered it contained a high-end 35mm camera. It had a flash unit that popped-up from the housing and I spent the rest of the dream trying to figure out how to set the lens and shutter.

If dreams were creams this one would be Creme de la Mer . Emptying the mason jar could be a factor but if 25 = memory dump then go figure. The updates included tips on fart silencing in bed but otherwise better call saul.

May 1, May Day mayday mayday. This is where the reminiscences are supposed to go to keep the past-trigger locked up. Pass the creme
POTUS is a jitbag.