Due to the strength of my nighty night cocktail, I infrequently remember my dreams. I'm usually knocked unconscious and I begrudgingly wake up to the sound of Mark and Mercedes in the Morning. Last night, however, was different.
I vividly recall having a dream in which I was eating something. Sadly I don't recall what I was eating in the dream. That's where my memory gets a bit hazy. As I continued to nibble on the dream delicacy, my palette was troubled. Something didn't taste right. Whatever I was eating was too chewy. [This little Chelsea Lately fan almost wrote Chuy. How embarrassing.]
This section of the dream went on for a notable period. Due to my particular gift of waking myself from dreams that get too annoying, I woke myself up.
Here's the thing. I was chewing. The object in my mouth was definitely too chewy, just like in my dream. In my hazy, still medicated state, I opened my mouth to see what was inside.
It was one of my earplugs. I tossed it aside and went back to sleep. This morning, I found it on the floor. When I told The Boy, he mentioned the choking hazards. I'm still more concerned about the fact that I am such an active dreamer that I popped my ear plug into my mouth.
Don't worry. I didn't eat it and I didn't choke. Fortunately, I fell asleep immediately after. Gotta love that Ambien. I wonder if eating earplugs falls under the night binging side effect…
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