The other week I dreamnt:
My beard trimmer won’t work and the company is sending me a
new one, but I’m looking again at my old one that stopped working, and as I sit
at my kitchen table and look at it again and shake it, a few straggling pieces of whiteish
cheese almost like a Monterey Jack start falling out of its side, and I realize that
the beard trimmer will probably start working again, now that the shredded cheese is out of it.
. . .
(Like the day of that dream or a few days before it, in reality
I had to call the company that I got my beard trimmer from to see if my new one was coming in, since they were replacing my one that was broken, and I
also was flipping through a recent issue of Rolling Stone and had noticed an ad
for a 4-cheese blend of shredded cheese for your tacos, showing lots of shredded cheese on classic old school-style hard shell tacos.)
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