So I had a strange dream last night which finally concluded with the main character, a celestial rabbit, who consumed the body of a deceased tortoise monster, "collecting the power of 3000 garden snails" to win a race. I am currently accepting licensing requests, and looking forward to publishing agents contacting me about the heartwarming reimagination of the classic fable, "The Tortoise and the Hare".

Along with the other stories my wife has told me about things I've said in my sleep (such as thanking her for "being the workhorse that delivers all the radars") I am convinced that remembering my dreams and publishing them would be enough to make me wealthy and/or institutionalized 😂