Why do I have such weird dreams? The night before last, for example, I dreamed that was I brushing a baby sheep (like the ones Lizzy and I worked with on the farm). But the brush was getting tangled in the thick wool, and I realized I was ripping big chunks of its fur out, and then it was so tangled that its stomach—as in its inner-organ stomach—was suddenly on its outside instead of its inside. At that point I thought oh, maybe I shouldn’t be brushing the sheep. And it lay down to take a nap (with its stomach on the outside), at which point I slowly backed away and thought, I’m sure it’ll be fine, it’s just tired now…
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