Golden Beans

I sometimes have cruel nightmares about losses unbearable. It's like my subconscious just sits back planning what could really get to me, given that ordinary monster nightmares are fun and fail to make me wake up feeling horrible. Elsetimes my subconscious seems merely to be writing comedy skits. Rhonda and I were in some public auditorium and I couldn't stop farting. Loudly. A notice came over the intercom announcing that someone had stolen the extremely valuable gold beans. "Our golden beans have gone missing," said the loudspeaker, as a long noisy fart eases out of me. I look around and say, "What? I didn't take your gawdamn golden beans!" FLFLFLFL!!!