I’ve been remembering more of my dreams lately, probably because I’ve been making more of an effort to get to bed before two in the morning. I know this wouldn’t be good news for everybody (I mean the dream part, not the 2am part), but I really love my dreams, especially the weird ones.
For example, the other night–well, you know those frogs that carry their babies around in their mouths?1 I dreamed I had one of those living in my mouth. Like…mouth-ception. (Frog-ception?)
Which sounds horrific, but in the dream it seemed kind of cute? It wasn’t uncomfortable or anything (I didn’t even realize they were there until I looked at myself in a mirror), so the most stressful part of the dream was worrying about accidentally swallowing one of the babies.
…Still wanted them to move out, though.