Last night, I had a dream. About a ring. A ring from David. Only it wasn't from David, but from my old fiancé, which I was very not pleased about. What I was even more not pleased about was that the setting, which was a white gold, was like a telescope. It was a .5" tall cylinder with an emerald at the top. I was worried I would bang it all over the place. It was just like a ring that one of our friends had (in the dream, not real life), which was odd. Only mine could get shorter. It could smush into a moon ring shape and reveal the Ohio State stadium with little colored dots in the seats.
I told David this morning that I did not want an Ohio State stadium ring with little colored dots in the seats, if he should get me one.