I had a dream Friday night that I took a ride on a spaceship powered by goat milk.
Last night, I dreamed that Wally and I were looking at antique goat milk stands and milking machines. The one we settled on somehow attached to both nipples at the same time and to work it, you worked a crank in a circle which in turn twisted the udder emptying the milk out. Lovely, huh?
I also dreamed last night that Wally went away for the weekend and came back all goth. He had died his hair black, painted is fingernails black, had his ears pierced and work rings on all of his fingers.
There must be something in the water, or maybe the milk.