We really should be careful about our last thoughts before falling asleep. As one of the ghosts stalking the house after the masses have gone to sleep, I often survey the kitchen to decide what lunch to make the next day or whether I need to bake bread in the morning. Last night, I realised I needed to bake; last thing on my mind.
My dreams involved making batches of pizza, but each batch came out half-baked no matter how long I left them in the oven. Alarm woke me up as I was crying eating half baked dough.
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