Dreaming

I usually don't remember my dreams, but when I do they are either very mundane or very, very odd.

This morning I was dreaming that I was at a party where we were playing a spin the bottle type game that invoved smelling peoples socks and underwear in order to guess their owners - and get a kiss.

(oh, trust me, it gets better)

There was a car playing the game as well. Not a regular sized car, but a person sized car, sitting in the circle with everyone else.

No, I have no idea what the car put in the pile of smelly undergarments. It (he? she?) must have put something in though, becuase someone gave the person sized white SUV a kiss on it's shiny, spotless grill.

Then I woke up.