Oh yes, I forgot to add that the tires became crochet tops while I was filling them with air. I stopped pumping not because they became clothes, but because of the many holes the crocheted tops had.

And... I gave Uncle Vincent a book on household repairs. It was a pretty thick, white-covered book. He seemed happy about it.

So I don't know why I want to tell you about my dream. Maybe it's because it was a pretty vivid and colorful dream. I hardly have color in my dreams.

Or maybe I'm just feeling random. =P