I had a dream the other night. I was having a sleepover at CBW's house with a couple of friends.
There was, of course wine involved.
Then trouble strikes.
CBW's boot phone rings.
Okay, I admit to some creative editing. It was a shoe phone, not a boot phone, but CBW mentioned these zebra print boots she has, and, well, I think they add a little something-something to the story.
Anyway, her boot phone rings because secretly, we're secret agents.
Like James Bond.
So we race to our boat.
(I'm not sure why CBW looks like she's doing a zombie walk. I'm sure she doesn't really run like that)
It isn't a fancy boat, more like a crabbing boat you'd find down in the Tidewater region of Virginia.
The Captain of our boat was a prime specimen of man-flesh: Javier Bardem.
(I can't draw Javier, and I know the illustration looks like a Midget driving the boat,
but trust me, it was Javier)
And CBW was all like, "Kiss me, Javier!"
So we get in the boat and cruise out to see what the emergency is.
We find that a large whirlpool has developed around the island housing the lighthouse.
There were lots of boats trapped in the swirling waters.
That's when I noticed the lighthouse looked like this:
If you thought "mushroom" you'd be correct though "phallic symbol" also pops up.
So, basically, that's the end of my basically meaningless dream.
And a message to all of you not to eat cucumbers with Laughing Cow Garlic and Herb spreadable cheese before bedtime.