Last night, I had a dream where I was hanging out with a friend in her McMansion. I don't know the friend's name -- she was just someone conjured up by my twisted subconsciousness -- but let's call her Izzy. She had blck hair cut in the style of a 1920's flapper. We were sitting in a couch in this big-ass living room with a high vaulted ceiling, when we heard strange sounds coming from the kitchen.
We went into the kitchen and found Izzy's brother, a tall, slim man with black wavy hair, sitting at the table with a bag of Pepperidge Farm Milano cookies and a bag of cheese-flavored potato chips. He was taking aprt the cookies, putting bits of potato chips between them, and the putting them back together, creating cookie-potato chip sandwiches. I sampled one, and to be frank, it didn't taste very good.
