I don’t want to alarm any of you living in the Pacific Northwest, but last night I had a dream that Mount Rainier erupted. Pop, there it went.
The two reasons you probably shouldn’t be alarmed by this:
1. I make no claims toward having psychic abilities. I’ve never once had a “psychic” dream that came true.
2. What was erupting out of Mount Rainier were huge, flaming pieces of Honeycomb cereal.
I don’t that anyone should be concerned that a pyroclastic flow consisting of crunchy, honey-flavored oat nuggets might suddenly descend upon them. On the other hand, if your homes are suddenly engulfed in a nutritious part of a complete breakfast, you can’t say you weren’t warned.