Last night I dreamed about 3 black-haired women who created an evil
anti-aging beauty product containing
children. One minute they were after me to try to put me
into their concoction, and the next they changed their minds and tried to
sell me the product. I was very
tempted to buy it, but when I met a little boy whose
hand had been thrown into the mix, I deemed the entire beauty business evil and had them all
arrested. At some point, there was a
high-speed car chase.
When I woke up, I was a year older. It was a perfectly pleasant day to turn 24.