I Had A Dream . . .

I had a dream that I was a butterfly.  But was I a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or was I a butterfly dreaming about bananas?

I dreamt that I was in love with the most beautiful woman in the world.  Our love was perfect—gloriously perfect!  I woke up after we married.

I had a dream that I was a rock musician and played with the Rolling Stones.  We played until we rolled off a cliff.  After that, our careers went downhill.  Oh well, at least we had no moss.

I dreamt I went on a picnic with some cannibals.  I never came back.

I had a dream I had a regular job.  What a nightmare!

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I dreamt that I had an excellent memory.  That is all I remember.

I had a dream of being a Double-A battery.  This dream meant nothing to me, but my subconscious got a charge out of it.

I dreamt I was a smile on the face of a firebreathing dragon.  I disappeared when St. George came along.

I had a dream that I was a Gary.  I woke up after a doctor cured me.