It makes little if any sense at all to try and figure out what a dream means. In the dream I had early this morning, I found myself floating in a sea of soup, the thick, chunky kind my mother always makes. At some point, there were giant chocolate Easter bunnies rising up out of the depths, and one of them blew a soup bubble over me that made me float out of the pot.
When the bubble popped, I fell through darkness and landed on an old futon with a set of eyes on the left side. They stared at me, and I realized at that point that I was sitting almost naked on the couch. Don't ask me when the clothes disappeared. I haven't a clue, and it's a dream. Don't question the dreams, you'll never win. But I had these weird tiger stripes all over my body.
That's about all I can recall for the moment. Eventually, I'll think of a way to incorporate all of this oddity into a story of some sort, I'm sure.
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