I remember have very weird dreams last night, which were, for some reason, in a Lord of the Rings theme. (This is particularly bizarre because I hadn’t come into any particular contact with any LotR stuff.) My brain made a few…er…alterations to the script, though.

However, the real oddity was that at some point, I got up, scribbled something in my sketchbook, and went back to bed. This morning, reading it, it says:

“But our fathers told us to watch for God!” the men said.
“My father told me not to play with blowguns and to always have enough fire departments,” said God, and walked off down the street.

I got no idea on that one.

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