I don't recall much from last night's slumbering, but I do remember Kyle trying adamately to convince me that gentlemen have large bellies. Not the strangest of dreams I've had, for sure, but I've not been able to forget it either.
When I remember bits and pieces of my dreams, I usually look them up in a dream dictionary to find any hidden meanings I should be aware of. And what do you know? There's nothing about gentlemen with large bellies. Anyone care to interpret?
Kyle must be getting used to me telling him of my weird dreams (like the one where a caterpillar crawled up my nose to spin silk or the one where I was fishing for life-size dolls with giant rope while dancing to avoid capture from the royal army) but he still gives me the "you are so strange" look everytime I relay the details of my previous night's dreaming. I guess it will just have to be one of those things he'll never really understand.
But why do I dream of such strangeness? Did I eat too late last night? Do I have an exceptionally advanced imagination? Maybe I was running a fever? I may never know for sure... but whatever the reason, I have been left on my own to ponder the significance of a portly gentleman.