last night i had a dream that i was talking to some old family friend who used to be a glass blower. we were talking about some glass ornaments he once got us cheap and got onto talking about when he first started, he tried making a drinking glass but it was wibbly. anyway he got to keep it but doesn't have it anymore. the reason for this is once he had a drink in it and wanted to heat it up so he put it in the microwave and had to balance it somehow, so he stood it on a 2pence peice. the 2P exploded and broke the glass, which came as a surprise to me.
the confusing thing is that the whole story was leading up to that surprising ending. did my brain ad lib and get lucky or was the whole thing planned in my head somewhere but kept secret from me. or was it that esp nonsense?