Zany Brain

In my dream last night (actually this morning), I was in a big old mansion where a French class was supposed to be taking place. But the teacher, who was an American poet-type, was so oversensitive that he kept getting offended and walking out. The class fell to chaos. At one point a destructive young woman was standing on a chair pouring a bag of marshmallow Peeps into the top loader of a priceless antique combination coffee grinder/grandfather clock.

I was angered by her pointless mischief, and so I chased her away. When my alarm went off, I was picking Peeps out of the grinder and hoping nobody would turn it on while my fingers were in there.

In real life, I don't think anybody in the world has ever picked Peeps out of a coffee grinder.

Oh wait, I guess I haven't spent much time around kids.