I dreamed that a friend of mine was showing me the bed set she was putting on her wedding registry. It was several very restful shades of royal blue and turquoise in a water pattern. With ducks. On each pillowcase, and in rows along the sheets were life-size pictures of a male mallard and a male pintail paddling along. I thought they were... pretty hideous really, but a whole set of them was on sale for $29.99, so I went ahead and bought them for her.
Then it was my turn to join the pony brigade to escort a minor celebrity around the French Quarter. The pony brigade was made up of a small herd of My Little Ponies, which each stood about knee high, and which each had a miniature twin about six inches tall. Their leaders were a set of white winged horses with red manes and tails, streaked with rainbow strands, and purple sparkles on their flanks.
We took the minor celebrity to the grocery store in Castroville, where we hunted out the perfect type of sausage, because that's what they wanted. We looked at store-made italian sausage and andouille and boudin. We also showed them chorizo and parisa.
After that, I took the celebrity back to Miss Clemson's select boarding hostel for celebrities, where they were staying. I sat guard in the parlour all night, and the next morning I had pancakes with lots of butter and molasses while I waited my turn to use the shower in hall bathroom. I didn't have anywhere to be, so I let one of the other celebrity helpers go first. While I was waiting, I woke up.
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