I'm glad you like it, but a kettle is about $20, I can't imagine that's anything near "paying for itself." I love my tea, but I'm a broke bitch, those words mean different things.
Man I'm always jealous of people tbat get to have goofy dreams like this. Weird stuff that just sounds fun, or sexy dreams, or dreams about flying etc. 98% of the time i don't remember anything. When I do it's shit like a plane crashing into my house with my family inside, or holding my dog in my arms as it dies from cancer. Lost track of the number of times I've woken up with no clear memory of my dream, just feeling terrified or with a horrible unnamed sense of sadness and loss. I'd much prefer Ryan Reynolds on musical rollerskates.
When I was in my early 20s working retail, I had a dream where I was at work ringing up a customer at the register, and the register just wouldn't cooperate.
It kept ringing up the wrong price, wouldn't apply a discount, and worst of all was making an awful beeping sound that kept getting louder.
The customer was getting more and more upset with me, and I was starting to panic and smack at my register to get it to shut up. It worked a few times but it just kept happening..
And that's how my sleep-deprived brain tricked me into slapping the snooze on my 5am alarm 20 times, sleeping through practically my entire shift and nearly losing my job.
Jiquid