Good day,

I had a very funny dream lately. Although I can no longer remember the plot, I do remember I dreamed up a poem that made sense in the dream world but turned out to be complete nonsense after waking up.
I think it sounds interesting though, so i want to share it with you:

From far under dark fir
The Quundertahl is growing
And breaks the cone konderek
Fresh shining core kedekerek

Have fun interpreting.
Amy

P.S.: The time of everywhere widespread and extremely penetrating smell of perspiration has begun. 😛