Grow-A-Menorah

I had an awfully strange dream last evening. I dreamt that I was in some large large large building... it might have been a school or something, and we were in the midst of a series of bombings from the Nazis. I might have been Jewish in this dream. So myself and one or two other people ran very far from the school, though most people did not choose to do this (I don't know why). We hopped many fences and ran through many forrests. We escaped two bombings-- the second one, we took shelter in some abondoned house. We'd always return to the school, and the school was destroyed. What was left was very, very strange. It was many plaster covered support beams, or something, towering over and, and kind of moving like a boat. Slowly. The ash and such mixed in with the snow that was falling. People were frantically walking here and there, and one woman stopped to compliment me on my scarf.

This might all be because I bought a Grow-A-Menorah last night. I put it in a big bowl of water and it hasn't done a thing. DAMN.