So, I'm afraid my casual love and interest of words is developing into a deep, passionate obsession. Last night I had a dream, and one of the people in my dream was trying to think of a word to describe immoral, self-serving behavior. I told them the word they were searching for was debauchery. They asked me to spell and define the word. I did so. This morning when I woke up I quite vividly remembered the dream. However, I was not sure if I had defined the word correctly, or even if it existed. One thing I was positive of -- if the word debauchery existed, I had spelled it correctly.
Well, the question of the word's reality has been bothering me all day. I finally looked it up on Bing. To my shock and surprise, not only does the word exist, but I was correct in my definition. Of course I was correct in my spelling. If I could remember where I read the word I would not be as surprised, but I cannot remember any time when I've been exposed to it or any situation in which its definition would be implied.
I suppose I could seize the opportunity to feel clever, but I don't feel like I can take credit for the knowledge. I feel more like it was given to me at some time when I didn't realize it by some Faerie who just wanted to confuse me with a shockingly accurate dream. It is now my mission to discover where, when, and how I learned this word, because a deep passionate love does not necessarily imply a great deal of knowledge. I must know. Let the quest begin.
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