The Glade 4.0

Last night I had this dream:

Jacob and I were hiking up in the North Cascades. We came upon a small farm amidst the pine forest (must have been the east slopes). Rush was playing a huge concert there so I decided to get a T-shirt for my son. I find one on a rack and figure I'll try it on, but am surprised that it has long sleeves. It's also just slightly too small for me, so I take it off and check the label. It says "Size Q". Since Rush is Canadian, I figure the size is in French so I turn my head to ask the sales lady about the size. The sales lady tells me to hand her the shirt. When I turn my head back, the shirt is gone. I wake up as I am searching through racks trying to find it.

What's up with that?

You like werewolves.

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Holy shitsnacks!

Something about your childhood that you've outgrown and you're a little confused about it.

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"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own." Jesus of Nazareth