At a massive gathering of people on a mountain where chairs for seating were aligned in a row on descending steps. People dressed in their finery collected for an evening amidst gorgeously pleasant weather with plenty of fun activities.
I walked around, waiting for you but my mouth was full of so much chewing gum.
There was so much gum in my mouth I could barely speak and so I found a spot in a corner where no one could see me pull it out and I wasn't surprised to realise that it was stuck at the back of my molars, and I had to keep tugging at it.
It was most annoying because I knew this feeling somehow and it was a déjà vu this chewing gum debacle and why I'd let myself get into this situation and that too just moments before you were about to arrive was something I kept hating myself for.
How naive and ridiculously shortsighted of me.
At the back of my head I was planning to indulge in this activity wherein one could climb up the air to the clouds where the sky had been painted pastel blue and pink and slowly climb down. I was so looking forward to do it with you, but for this chewing gum which was slowly becoming something of a serious issue because i couldn't pry the damn thing out of my mouth.
It aggravated me so that I woke up.
I felt my teeth with my tongue and sure enough there was gum stuck behind all my teeth.
I quietly sat at my desk and started pulling out that blasted chewing gum I kept dreaming about.
It came out in small, very sticky patches and I had difficulty trying to get rid of it from my fingers that I used for pulling out the gum.
It was most annoying and then I woke up.
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