Dream a little nightmare with me
My heinous deeds were horrible. Incomprehensible. Indefensible. Except that I hadn’t really committed them. My wife dreamed them all up. Literally. She shook me awake and glared. “How could you?” “Oh, just a bit of talent and finesse,” I yawned. “Wanna see me do it again?” Never toss out a wisecrack when you haven’t a clue what brought on the question. After watching the frost harden for a bit, I asked, “So, uh, what are we talking about?” “I told you the GPS was wrong. But you kept driving. Right into the ocean. In my car! You wouldn’t even stop to ask the ...