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I dreamt last night that my mom made me go to church with her, but instead of a church service there was a special event going on, co-sponsored by the local Rotary club and by Lord Voldemort. In this event, everyone in the Rotary club had to get up and talk about something they had done or something they were good at. The second guy on the bill was talking about an opera he had written about accountancy. It was super boring and Robin and I were going to cut out, but my mom wouldn't let me leave and Voldemort was controlling the wireless Internet in the room specifically to avoid letting me entertain myself with my phone.

srah - Sunday, 17 July 2011 - 7:44 AM
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gravatar Elisabeth - July 17, 2011 - 11:37 AM -

You shouldn't make jokes about Rotarians. They're good people. They volunteer their time even though nobody's got enough of it. I'm a Rotarian. My dad's a Rotarian. You won't catch a Rotarian not wearing a seatbelt.

gravatar srah - July 17, 2011 - 11:42 AM -

It wasn't me! It was my subconscious! And I think the first guy who went was actually pretty interesting, but I don't remember what he did. Surely there must actually be some boring Rotarians!

When I first woke up I was able to figure out where all the elements of my dream came from, but now I don't remember why I had Rotary on the brain (maybe exchange students?).

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