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It must be Tuesday because…
I had a dream where I was in someone’s house, and they were making a lot of tacos. There were tacos in plastic Tupperware type containers arranged on tables scattered around the room. She also had hung small flimsy (cardboard?) airplanes from the ceiling above the tables of tacos. Each plane carried a plastic box on a wire/string below it. The boxes were on their side, so the open “tops” were facing frontward, but at a slightly higher angle than the back. Each box had salsa in it.
I saw her aim a small object, a rock maybe, and throw it at a plane. When it hit the plane, it caused the box’s front side to swing down, and the salsa poured out and landed on the taco below.
Pure genius!
Sowing Crafty Seeds 