Erin,
Hey!
Remember that dream I posted about where there was something you wanted to buy yourself but you were afraid you couldn't afford it?! And I went back to your house to tell you you could afford it!
When I woke up I remembered it as being some kind of recreational item, something that wasn't a necessity - but a luxury item fits that bill!
Hot dog, I feel like I kind of landed one.
Does Bob look like a big dark-haired Viking?
May your feet enjoy your new treat.
OH WAIT! Also you served us some food in the dream, on a plate that had a spare sock on it. A foot-related item!
Oh, MAN.
I remember there was a sketch on SNL a long time ago with Christopher Walken called "The Trivial Psychic". Every once in a blue moon, I have a total trivial psychic dream. Ding ding!
How funny for me to be so excited about something that would be so old hat for you. It's got to be like someone running up to you saying, "I figured out how to work the toaster! You put the bread in and pull the lever down and I did that and it totally came out toast!"
I'm happy for your great Bob gift. What a good story!
Tina R.
The Gallivanting Monkey