I Blame the Garlic

I dreamed last night that I hiked to the top of Mount Shasta for lunch, easily outpacing fellow travelers by virtue of my incredible flannel-shirt-wearing abilities. As I finished eating, there was an earthquake, which induced a little nearby cinder cone to throw up a Kilauea-style fire fountain. While passing along a garbled story about the guy who survived sticking his foot into a puddle of lava, I ran and flew down the mountain and totally escaped devastation. Go dream-me!

Lessons to learn from this:

  1. Fire fountains are awesome, we need more of them.
  2. My breath still smells garlicky this morning. Garlic is awesome, I should eat more of it.

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