Dream Post #1

The night before last, I fell asleep on the couch while watching documentaries with Jean.

I dreamt I had a new coffee machine. Oh, and a glass eye. In order to make a coffee, I had to remove my glass eye and screw a container into my eye socket and then the brewing would happen in my skull.

I woke up with a fuzzy right eye and a mild sensation of panic. I realized that not only had I fallen asleep with my contacts in, giving me mucous-eye, but I had been sleeping in a way that squished my eyeball against Jean's chest.

After I regained clear vision in the pancake eye, I got up and went to bed.