Glass got your tongue
Well there is some serious stuff going on in my subconscious. Time for some analysis. Feel free to have a go at what could be behind the dream I had last night.
Started out pleasant in hanging out with an old friend from university. We ended up on a train (hobo-styled train rather than VIA Rail Executive Class styled transportation). There were some teenagers on the train who were loud and banging into us. We jumped off the train into a ditch and upon hitting the ground, I opened my mouth and found shards of brown beer bottle glass embedded deep in my tongue. I pulled out the smaller pieces first then then upon pulling out a good sized piece from the center of my tongue- I awoke in a panic with the feeling that I had blood running down my chin (probably nocturnal drool). I muttered something to prove that my tongue was intact and not rendered shredded by the remnants of a Labatt 50 bottle.
Could this be a warning to keep mindful of what I’m saying or should I just lay off the Guinness?!
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