Sadly, I haven't been dreaming much lately, and it makes me sad. I had a bit of a dream last night, but all I remember are the pills. Now, it is um...that time of the month again, so that might be why I was dreaming of Ibuprofen. It went something like this:
I went to the kitchen to get some Ibuprofen. I tapped out a couple onto my palm and popped them in my mouth, whereupon I realized I had gotten three instead of two. Not that unusual, but I never go above two. Oh well. Then, I took a swig from my cup, and realized there were only a few drops of water left, not enough to swallow a single pill, let alone three. I can't dry-swallow pills, either. The sink was gone, there was no liquid anywhere. I was trapped! I'd forgotten how to swallow! So I wandered around the house (which was suddenly not my house) with these three pills in my mouth, slowly melting and getting that painkiller bitterness all over my tongue. I thought maybe I would be able to swallow them if I broke them up, so CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH I chewed them into little pieces and omg ew. Just ew. And I still couldn't swallow them. I couldn't spit them out either, because my subconscious hates me on occasion.
Then Keels came into the room and asked what I was doing, and I mumbled something about trying to swallow the pills, and she pointed to the sink and said, "Why don't you just get some water?"
So I did, and all was good. Then I woke up and had to pee. The end.