Um...
Last night I dreamed that I had just saved the world from a giant, alien (or supernatural) chocolate bar. The dream did not include the actual event, only the aftermath, where I was riding in a limo with Nick Fury from the Avengers movie (played by Samuel L. Jackson) and explaining to him how I'd done it.
Apparently it involved discovering the chocolate bars' true name, which turned out to be a complicated anagram of two of the worlds favorite earthly bars (dream world, not real world) and their common ingredient. Mr Fury seemed dead impressed. I guess that I was the civilian scientific advisor-type brought in for just that purpose and had most likely spent the unshown screen time bickering with the lantern-jawed military type before finally winning his respect through my awesome literary skills. I was probably played by Jeff Goldblum or someone.
I suspect this dream is the result of my reducing my chocolate bar intake.
Or madness.
Apparently it involved discovering the chocolate bars' true name, which turned out to be a complicated anagram of two of the worlds favorite earthly bars (dream world, not real world) and their common ingredient. Mr Fury seemed dead impressed. I guess that I was the civilian scientific advisor-type brought in for just that purpose and had most likely spent the unshown screen time bickering with the lantern-jawed military type before finally winning his respect through my awesome literary skills. I was probably played by Jeff Goldblum or someone.
I suspect this dream is the result of my reducing my chocolate bar intake.
Or madness.