Since my windfall, I have been boasting to everyone who hasn't been as privileged, about how I was having chocolates little-by-little for breakfast everyday, for the last couple of days, adding to the giddy pleasure that the act in itself gave me.
Then, I had a dream last night.
I realised that the last grinding tooth on my upper jaw (left I believe) was turning brown and shaky. It kept getting darker until it turned black and started hurting. I was worried, having never known cavities. After repeated examination by me, the tooth finally gave in and fell "click" into my palm (Don't ask me how. I know I heard the noise and I know it fell into my palm!). I found myself staring at this jet black grinding tooth of mine, in full(root and all), and realised that it was chocolate!
Just as it dawned to me that all my teeth were now rapidly beginning to turn black, I heard loud noises calling out my name. Barging into my room were these huge people, dressed in protective suits and masks (like they were afraid of radioactive poisoning!). I was terrified and started running away. There was a long chase (through some forest that suddenly turned into a totally grey cemented infinite space), that ended in me being grabbed by a huge hand and getting carried away to I-don’t-know-where. I remember vague images of capsules.
The next thing I remember is waking up to a dreadful image of me, as an exhibit in a museum(London I believe) enclosed by long glass walls, with a black-white toothy grin, holding two black chocolate teeth in my palms for everyone to see!
Moral of the story: Chocolates do not die. They grow back as teeth.
Do not worry about finishing up your chocolates.
4 comments:
you are crazy!!
it took you so long?
You could make a nice English movie out of your dream! :-)
I wish I had lucid dreams. We could make lovely rajini movies out of them!! ;)
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