This is the last dream I'm going to post tonight. It's a short little lighthearted romp through a part of my brain that should probably have that yellow “DO NOT CROSS” police tape in front of it.

I'll be posting some “heavier” stuff tomorrow. Today was just a warm-up.

For some reason, Grandpa had a pair of fake boobs made. They were made mostly of wood and paint.

He just stood around and held on to them.

He also wanted them to sit at the dinner table with the rest of the family, but that idea didn't really appeal to anybody. We thought it was A-OK for grandpa to have his custom pair of wooden breasts, but that didn't mean we wanted them to sit down with us and take part in the evening conversation.