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Last night's surreal dreams were more like surreal vignettes than actual stories. My dreams usually tell a complete tale. This time, they only gave me scant sentences.
In one dream, I see a tall, comely black lass wearing naught but a corset made of bananas.
In the other, I am at a wharf, watching a lobster fisherman bring in his catch. He opens a lobster trap, and the lobsters immediately begin scurrying out at high speed. He grasps one, and it scrambles up his body, latching itself to his face. From this uncomfortable perch, it uses both pincers to simultaneously squeeze at the fisherman's eyes. The fisherman is bizarrely nonchalant, considering his perilous position. The lobster is pinching at him madly, and even goes so far as to turn the fisherman's eyelids insideout. The fisherman simply says, "If it looks like it's actually going to get my eyeballs, that's when you can pull it off."
Shades of Lobster Magnet, hmm?
In one dream, I see a tall, comely black lass wearing naught but a corset made of bananas.
In the other, I am at a wharf, watching a lobster fisherman bring in his catch. He opens a lobster trap, and the lobsters immediately begin scurrying out at high speed. He grasps one, and it scrambles up his body, latching itself to his face. From this uncomfortable perch, it uses both pincers to simultaneously squeeze at the fisherman's eyes. The fisherman is bizarrely nonchalant, considering his perilous position. The lobster is pinching at him madly, and even goes so far as to turn the fisherman's eyelids insideout. The fisherman simply says, "If it looks like it's actually going to get my eyeballs, that's when you can pull it off."
Shades of Lobster Magnet, hmm?
