
The hubs dreamt that he was gingerly following an owl onto our roof in hopes of capturing a photo. However, once close enough to capture, the owl started teetering off the roof as if he had no ability to fly. I on the other hand had a dream that the hubs and I were playing doubles in tennis against two burly Spaniards, I wearing a gray ankle length skirt and being oh, seven months pregnant. FYI, we lost.
This is one instance where I hope our dreams don't come true. I guess seeing an owl teetering off our roof would be pretty amazing, but spare me the burly men/skirt/doubles combo.
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