You know how dreams are weird and disjointed and make perfect sense while you are dreaming, but then when you try to explain them, they don't?
Anyway, last night I had my first fountain-pen-related dream. I was at a dodgeball tournament when I saw a gentleman pull out a fountain pen and start writing with it. I am not shy, so I had to talk to him about it. It was some brand I'd never heard of. Then I pulled out my sack of pens and started telling him stories about my acquisitions.
And then security came over and talked to us because someone has reported us as suspicious persons/terrorists because "no one uses fountain pens."
My husband tells me I shouldn't even tell people about my dreams.
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