like kick in the gut
your confused reality
stems from chocolate??
I had a Little Debbie Devil Creme thing before I went to bed last night. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but… it wasn’t very good. Way too sweet, not enough chocolate flavor. Bleh. When I want chemically, over-preserved chocolate dessert, I’m sticking with the Little Debbie Cosmic brownies.
Anyway, I ate my snack cake, then my vitamin (because I have to have something of vitaminal merit go into my gullet at some point in the day) and I went to bed.
I woke up this morning in a right state of dismay. I spent pretty much all night going from scene to scene in one never-ending terrible dream. In the dream I was a surrogate for a doe – pregnant with two deers. I was so pregnant with fauna, in fact, my BACK looked pregnant. I could feel their hooves kicking me in the back, and there was one particularly disturbing scene where one of the deer embryos lost its heartbeat momentarily and a veterinarian had to manually move the creature around in my belly. The sensation was so real and bony and horrifying.
Towards the end of the dream I learned I’d have to give birth at the vet’s office and there would be no pain medication available because of me being a human and all. There was also some question as to HOW the deer would be born because of their size and a human’s physiological limitations.
What a super horrifying, Island of Dr. Moreau-ish dream.
No more snacks before bedtime. Oprah is right. You shouldn’t eat past 7:30.