Last night, I had a dream that was The Wizard of Oz themed. However, instead of taking place in a forest with a paved brick trail, it took place in the deserts of Egypt. And instead of the three well-known, lovable companions of the popular movie, my companions were: an undead mummy, a flesh-eating scarab whose life I accidentally saved, so he made a vow not to eat me, and a tiny dust devil that was sad he didn't have a body.
Let's just say I'm glad that the original took place in a forest.
