Bird dancer,

I had a dream about you! You had made your homemade buns (although in the dream it looked more like pie). A few of my friends and I were at your house and you told me that it was prune filling and I tried to think of a way to get out of trying it without being rude as I am not a big fan of prunes. Instead however, I ate it anyway and it was so delicious. And, your husband was there. He was totally different than in real life based on what you have described. He was big (not fat at all, just bulky) with brown hair and was instead Hungarian with a very thick accent. He was sitting next to me at the table reading the paper. You were full of hospitality, cutting and serving each of my friends and me with the desert.

Crazy, huh??!!