there was this one night when i wasn't sleeping very well and i think i dreamt that my blanket was gone and then someone said i must have eaten it because where else could it have gone? and there was also this prophecy-poem kind of thing about people eating blankets because they thought it was rubber. then when i really woke up, my blanket was really gone and i lay there for half a minute, cursing myself for eating the blanket, because then i would be really cold. it was a really long time before i came to my senses and realised that i can't possibly eat my blanket, so i got up, picked up my blanket from off the floor and went back to sleep.

my brain doesn't work right.