Nonsensical Dream #9: I had some sort of contagion in the back of my throat that had built up. And dream logic dictated the only way to get rid of it was to put these two small wise-cracking slug things in my throat to battle it. As they entered my throat, the contagion morphed into a stream train-like thing, only the bar across the wheels were massive arms ending in fists, and it had an an angry face like the little engine that could. They battled it out in my mouth and throat. I was, for some reason, back in college sitting in class trying to look inconspicuous while my cheeks occasionally flashed with the battle raging within.
Posted on: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 21:11:54 +0000
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