So… Last night I had a strange dream.
I was at a dinner party with people I didn’t even know, and in the middle of dinner, someone knocked on the door.
I got up to answer it, only to find Winston Churchill standing in front of me.
I was happy, and welcomed him to dinner.
During dinner we became best friends.
After dinner, we talked and talked and talked…
When I had to leave, I was upset.
So I gave Winston a hug, said good-bye, and left.
(I know the picture doesn’t really have anything to do with my dream… besides the fact that me and Winston here are buddies. P.S. we didn’t frolic through a field of flowers in my dream. We just talked and had dinner.)