Dream Series: the Toothbrushes
Couple nights ago I dreamed Rhonda came home with about 100 toothbrushes of all sizes small to large, all colors, each one wrapped in clear plastic. She held them out to me like a bouquet of flowers and said to take the one I liked the best. I chose the smallest.
In the dream I did not question or wonder why she got so many toothbrushes, though I did wonder about that when I woke up. Art project maybe. And why did I want the smallest one? To get between the cracks?
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