Dreams are funny things.
One minute you might be cruising along with the windows down, drinking a long-neck with your deceased father riding shotgun. And the next you are giving students balloons to blow up as a reward, when one of them chokes and you are afraid to do the Heimlich maneuver because you lost your CPR card.
My dreams often deal with word play. I can't always remember them past the first few hours, but this one from Saturday has me stumped. I was in the middle of pranking someone by using three versions of a word. Homonyms. Homophones, to be precise. The words were:
I have no idea from whence they sprang. Or where I was headed with my prank. I just find it odd that I would wake with those three words on my mind.