Good morning, pool and friends!

Bastetcat, I remember when you bought those weird Pringles last year! Lol. Love your stories!

Simple, my dreams are intense. Some are Stephen King level of terrifying. Some are like vivid memories....no, more like vivid reality, with details that rival watching a movie but it's like I'm in it. Some are so detailed (like a Spanish church I dreamed about when I was little....I can still see the tiles and white stone or stucco walls....and yet I had never seen it in real life or in a picture). My husband never dreams. I think he's a robot.

How do I post a picture in here? You know, in case I ever cook anything.