So, before I begin, let's suspend physics/reality for a moment, shall we?
Wednesday night I had a dream where I was carrying something in my mouth. I knew it was quite large and important, and larger than the size of mouth, for that matter, and I got somewhere—a certain point on the beach of an ocean—and I spit it out. I had two halves of a very large tomato in my hands, and they were filled with water, like they were bowls. And inside of them were fish—little tiny ones. Or maybe fish egss. Or both. I was carefully setting the tomato-bowls somewhere specific when I woke up.
Alright, get ready to plunk back down in your chairs now, 'cause gravity is about to kick back in as we're no longer suspending physics/reality.
So I looked up everything here. And wow-o.
Tomatoes. Water. Fish/Fish eggs . Mouth. Two. Sand. Ocean.
And know what? Dead freaking on. I talked to Sterling that night for like 2 hours, and during our convo came to a realization. (yes, I know what it is and no I'm not going to tell you, at least not on this blog. sorry...) And the dream coincides with it a lot a lot a lot. And I don't know much about dreams. Well, other than sometimes they mean something, and sometimes they don't, and that people have dreams about whales and their teeth falling out, though usually not at the same time.
It was borderline creepy, really...but maybe shed a little more light on why I feel like I feel. Hmm.
Next time you have a dream, check it out. It's pretty cool what your mind can tell you while you're sleeping.
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