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My brain is a masterful storyteller.
In every dream I had tonight, I could feel something strange on my left leg and on my right cheek.
In my very last dream, we were sitting in the living room watching something and I felt like examining these things. They were not extra skin. They were not inflamed glands. They were not tuumours. They had hard shells *inside* my skin.
I ran out into the kitchen and yelled for my mother to come join me. Hust as she got into perfect viewing range, I felt the one on my cheek pulsate, and painlessly felt my skin break as a trickle of something fluid ran down my cheek.
I could somehow see the look of shock on my mother's face as she yelled "Oh no the Spider!"
And I woke up.
Also, every night I have this strange episodic dream about a class with a professor not-too-unlike Prof. Humi, on some sort of complicated mathematics. The strange part isn't just that I'm always in my underwear (and for some reason briefs), but that I take my clothes off when I arrive for class anf put them back on when I get ready to leave!
And, no, the other students are all fully clothed. The Professor seems to notice, but doesn't seem to care.
No more sausage right before bedtime...
In every dream I had tonight, I could feel something strange on my left leg and on my right cheek.
In my very last dream, we were sitting in the living room watching something and I felt like examining these things. They were not extra skin. They were not inflamed glands. They were not tuumours. They had hard shells *inside* my skin.
I ran out into the kitchen and yelled for my mother to come join me. Hust as she got into perfect viewing range, I felt the one on my cheek pulsate, and painlessly felt my skin break as a trickle of something fluid ran down my cheek.
I could somehow see the look of shock on my mother's face as she yelled "Oh no the Spider!"
And I woke up.
Also, every night I have this strange episodic dream about a class with a professor not-too-unlike Prof. Humi, on some sort of complicated mathematics. The strange part isn't just that I'm always in my underwear (and for some reason briefs), but that I take my clothes off when I arrive for class anf put them back on when I get ready to leave!
And, no, the other students are all fully clothed. The Professor seems to notice, but doesn't seem to care.
No more sausage right before bedtime...
