Sweet Dreams are made of these

Woke up the other day from a dream where I was making out with a dog--one of those big dogs and it had cataract and was blind in one eye. I was looking into its white eyeball while we were making out. I smelt dog breath in the dream. I felt weird all day. it was like that one time I dreamt I ate a spoonful of raw salt and my tongue felt swollen all day. I swear I tasted the raw salt. I still remember that awful sensation.

The places our dreams take us. Thank god for them though. Because of dreams, I now know what it feels like to have eaten a spoonful of salt and to have made out with a dog.