Here are some bits of a TC-related dream, if not Thunderbird-related:
I was at a potluck. Veronica was about to eat a pixie for the first time (you swallow them whole like some eat oysters). I stopped her and said she had to make sure it was dead, otherwise it would wake up and scratch and bite, wreaking havoc on her digestive system. Later V was looking for the twist-on/off lid to the can of worms she had left opened.
There were a lot of people at the potluck, including most of the more prolific TC posters, but there were other, random people there as well.
I was at a potluck. Veronica was about to eat a pixie for the first time (you swallow them whole like some eat oysters). I stopped her and said she had to make sure it was dead, otherwise it would wake up and scratch and bite, wreaking havoc on her digestive system. Later V was looking for the twist-on/off lid to the can of worms she had left opened.
There were a lot of people at the potluck, including most of the more prolific TC posters, but there were other, random people there as well.

