Hold Thy Tongue

I had a dream last night in which I was shopping for a new tongue bar.

(I no longer have a tongue piercing, but I used to.  In the dream, I even thought, “Gee, I wonder why I thought I didn’t have this anymore?  Must be ’cause it’s pierced so far back that I never notice it.” o.O)

I had just received a big box of jewelry from somewhere, and several of the items had a stone that was a light, transparent lavender at first glance but which shifted through a maze of greens and blues as it turned. Really beautiful.

One of the items in the box was a new ball for one end of a tongue bar… and I wanted to use it (because, wouldn’t YOU want to put something from a mystery box in your mouth?), but it wouldn’t fit on the tongue bar I was currently wearing, so I went shopping at a place I would never shop again in real life because everyone who worked there apparently passed a Jerk Exam with flying colors.

But in the dream, I was shopping for a new tongue bar, and the dream was very real in a tactile sense. I was playing with the piercing the way I used to, rolling it between my lips and generally being obnoxious… The piercing featured heavily in the dream, is what I’m saying.

When I awoke, I felt something soft and slimy in my mouth.

It was Spriggan’s ear.

I had drooled all over my dog’s ear.

She was fast asleep.

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