I don’t remember much from last night’s dream except for one really weird joke.

I was at a meal with grandad, nan, mother and Goodwin. At one point, Grandad turned to Goodwin and said, “Do you want to go to Warsolm for some war?”

In the dream, this was hilarious. Warsolm – I somehow knew that was how it was spelled – was pronounced “war some” so it was a clever play on words.

There was also another bit where a family of four heroes were tracking down a criminal.
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