One for my analyst.

I had a dream last night that I went to a department store (Neiman Marcus, I think?) to buy supplies to make a homunculus. The lady behind the counter was very helpful. I don’t remember the part of the dream where I actually made the homunculus, but the procedure seems to have been successful, as there she was. She didn’t look like me; she looked more like a little female imp. I guess my brain conjured up a semi-AD&D version. Anyway, she wouldn’t do anything I asked her to. All she did, day in and day out, was sit on my couch eating mochi balls while watching QVC and listening to the Jungle Book soundtrack. I woke up while we were arguing as ‘Bare Necessities’ was playing in the background.