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[growler_south]

I had a dream.

I was part of a small group- students? workmates? I realised I hadnt heard from Erich for a long time, so I tried to call him. I realised my phone had turned into a sausage roll, and I'd absentmindedly eaten part of it- the screen, specifically. So I had to dial from memory, and my fingers were all slick from the fatty sausage so it was hard to dial. I got a wrong number- or, I thought it was a wrong number, until I realised the answerphone message was for "Erich and Bob", just as the sausage roll went cold and the connection was lost. I cried from frustration and woke up very unhappy.

As well as my general anxiety right now, I think the sausages I had for dinner might have been a bit undercooked...

Comments

[gregorbehr.livejournal.com]

How many times do I have to warn you about the things you put in your mouth? Jeeez!

[bikerbearmark.livejournal.com]

May you never get a cold sausage from Erich again - only hot sausage. <grin>

[furr-a-bruin.livejournal.com]

If I have dreams like this ... I'm very glad I don't remember any of them.

[baerenjagd.livejournal.com]

Do they have drugs for this?

[baerenjagd.livejournal.com]

Now I know why you call 'em bangers.