Well, ok, no – it wasn’t exactly like the old joke. I dreamed I was eating a mini-marshmallow – one of the kinds you’d find in a cup of hot chocolate. But it was so damn tough and chewy…I couldn’t manage to bite through the thing, although I was certainly trying. I don’t quite know why I was trying so hard though, since the thing tasted like crap.
After what seemed like an eternity of trying to eat the damn marshmallow, I woke up. With something in my mouth. As it turns out, I was sleep-gnawing on one of the foam earplugs I wear to bed. Yuh-mee. Nothing like that delicious combo of pliable foam and earwax, is there?
To make matters worse (or at least more annoying), I went right back to sleep and proceed to dream, over and over again, about telling everyone about my earplug-chewing episode. I told it so many times in my sleep, that by the time I woke up, I no longer had any idea if it had actually happened or if I’d just dreamed the initial event as well. It wasn’t until I scoured around the bed and found the half-chewed earplug that I could be sure the whole episode really happened. Eesh.
Last night I had a dream that I had once dated Arnold Schwartzenegger (sp?) and that he showed up demanding that I marry him. I told him I was already married and he declared he would beat my husband to death so I could be free to be with him so I put my husband in a dress, wig, and high heels to hide him from the governator. Luckily when I woke up Ahnold wasn’t there and my husband wasn’t wearing my clothes so I think I’m one up on you.
I had a dream that I had walked all over the place the day before and my feet were killing me. So I took off my shoes and started rubbing my feet but my right one really hurt. The more I rubbed it, the more it burned with pain.
Turns out, my compression bandage had gotten too tight and was cutting into my foot. I took it off and had sweet dreams from then on out.
