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I dreamt that an 800-pound gorilla came to visit me. He was very polite. I let him hold the baby. My friend Rachel was also visiting and had made a tiny hamburger for herself. It was adorable – miniature down to the pickles.
The gorilla was disappointed that Rachel had made only one hamburger. She apologized and offered to share. He gallantly declined. I offered to make another for him. He gallantly declined. Nothing else was mentioned.
[submitted by Smax]
This is a recurring dream which has occurred less since I started wearing glasses instead of contact lenses. I wake in the morning and stand before the mirror, preparing for the day.
I’m having trouble with one of my contact lenses; it just doesn’t want to go into my eye. I reach for contact solution and when I’m about to drop some on the lens, I’m startled by the sudden enormous size of the lens. Instead of resting on the tip of my finger, it is now the size of a kitchen plate and has shifted into my palm.
I wonder how I’ve been inserting them all these years, and, furthermore, how I had just managed to get one in my left eye just this morning. I pour a large amount of solution onto the plate-lens to match its size. Hmm, it still doesn’t seem possible, but I give it a try anyway.
The unruly lens slips partially under my upper lid but starts to fold. I continue shoving until somehow, miraculously, the lens goes in.
[submitted by Dr. Hallucinadi]
