Genevieve: Dad. The other night in my sleep I saw a woman walking down the street with only black panties and bra and a red and orange feather necklace on. Her face was painted all white and her body was painted all black. I think she was really angry, and probably not very nice. But I wasn't afraid of her at all.
Drew: Huh. That's pretty weird G.
Here's the dreamer this morning. She's a scary nice witch who casts spells on people while they're zonked:
Marguerite's adjustment to one nap has gone swimmingly. April Fools! She's a tired wreck, and consequently so am I. She's currently taking a morning nap while I work on stockpiling my bank of patience.
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