I had a dream last night. I dreamt I was in the kitchen and my wife was making cookies. I could smell them (which, of course is not possible -PD has stolen my sense of smell. But there it was - a remembered smell). I was starving but had my hand slapped away when I reached for a big one. I persisted and voila eventually overcoming her objections she gave me the best of the batch. I put it in my mouth and started chewing but there was no taste- totally bland - I tried spitting it out but failed. I had to finish the entire cookie. I got anxious and, I woke up to find an end of my pillow wet with saliva. Apparently, I had been chewing on it. My pillow was my cookie!!! Now that was a weird one. What's next?
“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to."
"I don't much care where –"
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go.”
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