The View from a Drawbridge

The random musings of a bridgetender with entirely too much time on her hands.

My dreams are strange at the best of times, but when I take Melatonin to help me sleep, I seem to descend into a Seuss-like subbasement of my subconscious, a place where only Salvador Dali would feel at home. One time I dreamed that there were several giraffes walking on water, headed straight toward my …

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