Last night, Kermit the Frog was standing in an empty white room looking at a ticking, antique, Victorian-style clock. He turned around very slowly to face me, with that scrunchy-lipped expression on his little puppety face. You know what I'm talking about.
That one. Anyway, Kermit just stared at me like that for a while, and then the dream ended.
Probably just means I have anxiety issues.
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