One of last night's dreams took place in a space that was like
an old-school bar poetry reading venue and a large singing competition venue
combined. I don't remember the details of the competition, but a male/female
couple won something and were then in a back room with Christina Aguilera squirting whipped cream onto each of their exposed chests and then letting a
little Chihuahua lick it off.
I was standing there watching and eating a hard taco. I held out
the taco and asked the winning man, "Is this your poetry that I'm
reading?" The taco shell had the guy's name engraved on the side of it. He
saw his name and said, "I guess so".
I took another bite of the taco and then thought, "Wait,
I'm eating a poem?".
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