I woke up again. The dream was basically the same as last time with many visits from Mr. Pick and flick as I have chosen to call him, but there was also one scene that was slightly different from the regular one, it was a slightly longer vision with what I believe is chewing followed by spitting, very strange indeed.

  I have made a hypothesis that I will attempt to follow up on during the next dream.

  *Sigh...* I really wish that I was able to look at stuff like when I am dreaming.

  As usual, I continue to follow Ms Tingleywall, hoping, for a new flavor sensation, to hit me.

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  I have finally reached the opposite corner of Ms Tingleywall, it is by far the biggest event of our relationship.

  I have finally gone all the way with her.

  To celebrate this event I will have a great feast consisting of a large amount of lumps, grainy substance, half-moons and last but not least something I am tempted to call a big ball of string, all of this have somehow accumulated itself in this corner and I eat it all in one go, enjoying the new taste of the string combined with the already familiar flavors.

  This prepared buffet is really filling me up and I am yet again fading away.