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[pofflewomp]

I had a dream about the Scent of Forgetfulness. Evil elves were lurking outside a suburban semi watching a wee ten year old girl wash her hair in the sink and waiting for a chance to slink in and steal away with the glittering, scented air-flow under the spiral staircase. The girl's mother called the police, and the policeman's brother snooped around upstairs while the policeman told the mother he could tell she was new to the neighbourhood because she had hung a bright red towel outside with her washing, and what would the neighbours think of her with such a flagrant symbol hanging outside? He nudged her and she truthfully replied that she had no idea what he meant. Then the policemen whiffed the air by the stairs, forgot what they were there for and left. An evil elf sneaked in through the closing door and snatched the stream of air and vanished on the spot. Then the young girl stood under the stairs and sniffed the scent of the remaining few glitters that were twirling gold flakes, said it smelled of lavender, then forgot all about it and the dream ended. When I awoke I knew it was a precious scent of forgetfulness from an underground air flow and that the suburban semi had been built on top. I know the elves were evil because there was a hint that they might murder to get the scent, and they had flashing green pointy eyes.