I Think I Saw Your Airplane in the Sky Tonight, Through my Window, Lying on my Kitchen Floor. I don’t know how I moved at all Corin Ostberg or Birget Lundquist. Not sure of the last names , but if you hung around Amsterdam in the 70’s and travelled by bus out to Afganistan with a bunch of happy hippies you are who I’m looking for. Why you may ask? When you are sad, I will get you drunk and help you plot revenge against the jerk who made you sad. It came to me in a vision after eating too much glazed ham, we can dream of doing all kinds of things with our dream bodies — flying, dancing, running from monsters, being dismembered — all while our physical bodies lie safely in bed. May it be pleasing to you and a blessing to all the faithful of the Second Church.

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