A most peculiar dream

Some think that dreams are premonitions of the future. I certainly hope not, because I had a dream that my grandmother’s house was inhabited with Amish Ayn Rand fans wearing green knitted sweaters, and pointed green hats flopped backwards over their heads. I am as baffled as you are. Personally, I think that there are several things in this world that are wonderful in virtue of the fact that they need make no sense to us. Dreams, perhaps, are one of these things.