Saturday, 15 September 2012

Honeycomb hell

Sometimes my dreams are extensive and complex, taking many different twists and turns into a surreal and unfathomable world.
Other times they are more straight forward.

I was entrapped within the centre of a honeycombed chocolate Crunchie bar, surrounded on all sides by the yellow surgery delight.
Unable to move except for my eyes, all I could do was survey my honeycomb tomb and pray for an escape.

My release came in the form of a bouncing Jack Russell, jumping on my head and propelling me out of my encasement and back into the waking world.

I guess I could have tried eating my way out?



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