I have met many of the commenters on this blog, near and far. It is also true that some people claim that dreams are the trash can of the brain, which doesn't seem fair. My dreams are so vivid and real every night, and usually fun, that they must mean something. Last night I dreamt of visiting potsblog friend Louise in western Ireland, with both my wife, sister-in-law and 3 dogs. Ireland, of course, is a lot like the Bahamas--palm trees and hot sandy beaches all year around, at least in my dream.
Anyway, and can I get personal here? I asked her all kinds of stuff, being nosey as all of you know, and Louise tells me that Benny is her one true love, for ever and ever. I am very pleased to hear it, Lou, that is quite romantic and we all think you're a cute couple.