Maybe it's because the days are so gloom and doom weather-wise, but I've been having some very vivid dreams lately. After many nights of dreaming of sandy, white beaches and blue waters as far as the eye can see, I dreamed last night that I was playing a very strenuous game of rugby.
Never mind the fact that I know near zilch about the game other than that a "scrum" is involved and the ball looks something like a cross between a soccer ball and an American football. Maybe it's because of all the rugby players in the park where I go running. In any case, it's very, very disconcerting. What am I going to start dreaming about next, the Queen?
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