Sometimes I dream in English, sometimes I dream in Fizdazzle.
This is a summary of my dream last night:
A man ate eight fried fish - Freight.
He saw a car go in a cargo bin - Bargain.
The stainless steel pans are still a steal at Kmart - Start.
The gun fired, begin. He ran fast. Out came the fish - Finished.
I awoke - Farted.
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