About a week ago I woke up in the middle of the night with my brain spinning with the aftermath of the most bizzare dream I have ever dreamt. I shook Justin awake and told him everything that had happened---and he gave me a weird stare and said, "You're kidding me, right?"
Seriously folks, this dream was out of this world.
So in this nightmare, I look into the mirror one morning and notice a wart growing on the right side of my forehead. Round, bulging, and witch-like. Pretty ugly, I know. I poked and prodded at the wart for a few minutes, frowning at the ghastly sight and hoping it would go away in a couple of days.
But no, the wart did not disappear in a few days. Instead, it decided to move in and stay awhile on my forehead---because this was the wart from hell.
The next morning in my dream, I was aghast to find my wart had morphed into a three-inch penis sticking straight out of my head. That's right---a three-inch erect penis had sprouted in the middle of the night. ON. MY. HEAD.
And the strangest part of all? I didn't even freak out or scream in terror. I merely furrowed my brows and rearranged my bangs, hoping that my hair would adequately cover the growing monstrosity spewing from my face.
A few minutes later, I woke up.
And a week later, I'm still ruminating over the meaning of this strange, weird, odd, bizzare nightmare that my subconscious mind found a way to concoct. Thus far, I have deduced three implications from this dream:
1.) I secretly harbor a desire to become a man.
2.) I secretly harbor a desire for a penis.
3.) I secretly harbor a desire to transform into a unicorn.
I'm in desperate need of a Freudian psychoanalysis...