Dreaming

Last night I dreamt that a bunch of us were playing tennis in the produce section of the grocery store.

 

It was complete with dialogue and memories of how all the fruits and vegetables were set up and everything.

 

Weird. I know.

 

And it wasn't set up like a tennis court. We were all just sort of all over the place, hitting the ball back and forth, not really a game. And stationed all over the large produce section.

 

But what I can't remember is whether we missed the ball and ended up destroying any of the produce. Hmm. I hope not!