So I woke up from a dream last night with a mouthful of pillow. Flannel wrapped pillow, to be exact. (extra fibre)
But here's the thing, I wasn't dreaming I was eating:
A Marshmallow...A Twinkie...
A Sheep...
And for the record I wasn't a zombie either.
I was actually dreaming I was biting a pillow. (sorry to disappoint). What wasn't so hum-drum is the fact that I was biting the pillow, a pillow that was on one of the armchairs in my Grandmother's living room. I was biting down on it because some demon was trying to smother me, so I bit down to pull it away from he/she/it.
As I freed myself from the pillow wielding demon I woke up, face down into my pillow, biting down so hard my jaw hurt.
So if anyone is reading this and wants to analyse my dream, please be my guest.
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