Dreams given form.

Tis the stuff that nightmares are made of. The last nightmare I had was about a year and a half ago. The most vivid imagery from that particular dream was my son, in his bed, was very ill. Deep down, a feeling a dread permeated me. I knew that he wouldn't last. He looked up, smiled, and said "Hi Daddy!". Then passed. I woke up crying. I walked into his room where he slept, all snuggled in bed. I couldn't leave his side for the longest time. Nor did I ever want to sleep again knowing that dream could be lurking...

Okay, enough of that. Lighten up Francis:

Toasting Coincidence

A chicken farmer went into a local tavern and took a seat at the bar
next to a woman patron and orders a glass of champagne.

The woman perks up and says, "How about that? I just ordered a glass of
champagne, too!"

He turned to her and said, "What a coincidence. This is a special day
for me; I'm celebrating."

"This is a special day for me, too, and I'm also celebrating!," says the
woman.

"What a coincidence," says the man. They clinked glasses and he asked,
"What are you celebrating?"

"My husband and I have been trying to have a child. Today, my
gynecologist told me I'm pregnant!"

"What a coincidence," says the man. "I'm a chicken farmer. For years all
my hens were infertile, but today they're finally fertile."

"That's great!" says the woman, "how did your chickens become fertile?"

"I switched cocks," he replied.

"What a coincidence," she said.