When I drink, which is rare (not humble-bragging), I have dreams. In fact the only time I remember my dreams is when I drink.
I drank two times last week. Both resulted in odd dreams:
Dream #1: Miley Cyrus had completely tattooed her upper torso and face in the style of a 1980’s Jersey Shore Sea Side airbrushed t-shirt. Sunsets, palm trees, graffiti-style lettering, sailboat silhouettes. The tattoo on her face included permanently tattooed on blue-blocker sunglasses, with a sunset on her forehead. She was walking on a beach, smiling and singing a song.
Dream #2: My dental hygienist showed me a microscopic view of my teeth that included fractal-like patterns of tiny teeth clustered on my teeth like barnacles. That’s where the bacteria formed.