I had a dream last night that I was cleaning out my purse. It was a mess. At first, I was pulling out food wrappers and half-empty bottles of soda. Not much of a stretch from reality.
Next, I started removing books from my purse--books that had been stained and leaked on by the food wrappers and half-empty bottles of soda.
Again, not a huge deviation from my real life.
Next, I pulled out a banjo.
That's just weird. Because I don't keep my banjo in my purse.