My Dream Last Night
I had a nightmare (if you can call it that) last night.
There I was, a miniscule version of myself, walking around in my own mouth. I was traversing the vast expanse of my molars, sliding gracefully down my canines, and trudging over my slick gums as I slunk in awe under the etherial arches between my teeth. My bicuspids were islands, set deep into my pink flesh, each with moats of spittle pooling together, surrounding my enamel with a protective ocean barrier. My lower incisors were massive flat towering sheets of ivory, stretching high into the atmosphere, forming a jagged, shadowy skyline in the heavens.
On my tongue, in place of taste buds was an uncountable, rolling carpet of Curly heads (the guy from the Three Stooges). They spotted me and in unison said, “it’s not what you do, but the way that you do it.”
And then I woke up.
Ever have one of those dreams?
One of the more disturbing animated .gifs I've seen in a long while...
