Last night I tossed and turned all evening. I had strange dreams throughout my bouts of broken sleep. The most notable consisting of sitting in my bathroom with two friends of mine while we watched an orange miniature alligator eat my shoe.
Can anyone explain this? Do I hate my shoes and want them to be eaten, or do my orange mind-alligators simply have a taste for rubber soles? I won't even ask for opinions about the bathroom setting... I don't think I care to know.
Psychoanalysis can begin...... NOW.
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