Dreamt of having a phone where the messages were stored on carrot sticks. Unfortunately the carrot sticks in question were really yummy and I ate them all rather than reading my messages. Al was very cross. . . . (edit) This happened in the most fantastic steam-punk railway station a cross between Hugo and Steamboy only problem is now every-time I think of the dream I can still taste the carrots and they tasted better than any real carrot ever will....
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