Calvin food
Last night I ate something quite mysterious. Remember how Calvin's food would always attack him? Well, I'm glad that the forks in the dining hall are so flimsy...things could have turned out badly for me. The roommate and I used that experience as an opportunity to reminisce about Calvin and Hobbes. She described the final strip to me and we burst into tears.
Later on, my subconscious used the Calvin food as an excuse to cover everything in my dream with blood and feces...and to force a semi nude boy with a broken foot to rub his face in it.
Later on, my subconscious used the Calvin food as an excuse to cover everything in my dream with blood and feces...and to force a semi nude boy with a broken foot to rub his face in it.