A sausage and pepper sub late one evening last week inspired quite a dream after I went to sleep.  Somehow a funeral for someone’s dead cat morphed into a Southern-Gospel-style musical show centered on “Swing Low Sweet Chariot.”  Then it went wobbly and turned out all to be a drug induced hallucination within the actual dream[I’m not dumb enough to get into the real stuff].

It’s not Swing Low, but if a child had eaten that same sandwich:

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