Last night I dreamed that I was carrying a bunch of wine glasses to the sink. I had too many. So I put one, the only blue one, in my mouth to hold it with my teeth. But I was clenching down too hard and it shattered in my mouth. Shards of glass were stuck in my cheeks and I tasted blood. I, for some reason, could see inside my mouth and it was a bloody, blue-glass mess of a tongue. I tried not to swallow any of it and spit the pieces into the sink, while letting the other, clear glasses slip from my arms and onto the spattered blood metal.
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