So last night I had a dream about cough muffins. Cough muffins, according to the brain of yours truly, are like cough drops- - except they are muffins. Yes. You eat them and your throat feels better. And they tasted like cough drops. but they were muffins. COUGH MUFFINS.
I usually have very remarkably realistic and boring dreams- to a point where its almost embarrassing that my brain can't come up with anything better. You know people will be like "I had the weirdest dream last night-- I was being chased by Frank Sinatra and I was flying and I had to keep kicking my feet so I wouldn't fall and both Sinatra and I were kind of like snowmen but at the same time we weren't--" etc and I'm always like "Yeah I had this dream where I got up and went to work, had a normal day and came home." BO-RING. Or "I had this dream where I was sitting on my bed on the phone -- - that's it."
So I'm kind of proud of my cough muffin thing. Its definitely one of my favorites.
Another good one was when I dreamt that David Duchovny had a thumb-toe-- and he was doing some show and walking around on stage barefoot and he just sort of folded the thumb toe over the top of his foot - and I remember thinking that was so cool of him to not care about it and do the show barefoot without being self conscious.
I think my all time favorite though was when I dreamt that it was Abortion Day at Six Flags. But the weird part (LOL cause Abortion Day at Six Flags isn't weird at all) was that the term "an abortion" in my dream also meant "a dozen," so, for instance, I had an abortion of tickets to abortion day at six flags, so myself and 11 others were going.
YOU CAN'T MAKE THIS SHIT UP, PEOPLE. Not consciously at least.
