Yay

I enjoy nice dreams. All mine are kinda messed up. And to think dreams are supposed to be your mind shuffling memories. Think a month ago at tops. Yeah... what the hell gave me the idea of dreaming a survival horror thing and as we are escaping, someone is calling for help. Obviously us trying to get him out while others shout to leave him. Then near him, hearing the sound of eggs popping open and little leech things boiling out and pushing the skin out till it bursts.
But that makes me think... When did I go about thinking of eggs popping, let alone in someones leg and gut?