30 March 2010

Holes

Last night I had a dream, or a nightmare at that, that I had picked a perfect hole, slightly larger than a quarter into the space between my mouth and my nose. I think I had had some sort of blemish or something for a couple days, and the dream began with my mindlessly covering the flaw with my fingers, letting go and noticing a perfect, circular hole....in my face. In my dream, I stuck my finger through it, put my tongue threw it, and proceeded to go into a bed and hide from society. Suddenly, I was babysitting for this family with two young gir, Molly and Mira, and they called the doctor once they saw my face. My skin was perfectly clear and the circle was beginning to heal. The father of the babysitter called me a rhino for some reason. And a rhino I was...or so I thought.
So, in order to get this hole fixed, I had to go through some sort of threatening course. I had to climb through caverns containing millions of all the things that Molly and Mira were afraid of (snails, peanuts, mice, slugs, birds, sandwiches). It was horrific, and at the end of the caverns and caves containing these items was a pretzel shop. I wanted to do something nice for the girls and their family for helping me with my hole, so I went to the pretzel shop, got a jug of hot coffee for the parents, and a box of hot and hard broken pretzel sticks for the girls for breakfast. I remember thinking that they'd love them. i then went outside the pretzel shop, and found myself alone in an unrecognizable town, and then I awoke.

Anyway, the dream seemed seriously real. I was so afraid. That hole scared the &*@#% out of me. I hope I never have a dream like that again.

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