I was in a house that was a cross betwen The Cottage, Yiayia & Papoo’s house, and some kind of factory.

This one went quickly, so there’s not much to tell.

We had been preparing some kind of big dinner, and I wanted to contribute, so I got buckets full of brussell sprouts (yep – brussel sprouts).

I was planning on making them special…  But it rained and something else weird was going on.  Anyway, dinner came around and Dad, Mom, Laura and Yiayia were all there.  Dad had to go do something so he took off.  Meanwhile I went to go get my buckets (now that i had the time) – it was time to make my food and prove myself!

But here’s where it gets weird (okay, maybe it got weird at brussell sprouts).  The buckets were on rafters that jutted out from the second floor, out over the sidewalk.  But they were hinged, and had ropes and pullies everywhere (the whole place looked like backstage of a theater).

I was going to walk out and carry them back, but Mom pulled the right rope and gently started lowering them down.  I acted like I wanted to do it my way, but this way was much better, and I had secretly wanted to do it that way anyways.

Oh yeah – and it was raining.

Then I woke up.  The sprouts could have also been potatoes or pickels…   you know how the feeling of dreams changes often and at weird times.

So I guess maybe tonight I’ll boil up a big bucket o’ brussells!  (or maybe not)