I awoke this morning realizing that I had spent the night dreaming about a mummy with a head full of dirt.
In my morning mind fog, I could not figure out why I had spent the night dreaming about a mummy with a head full of dirt.
Soon I realized that the last thing I read before going to bed was this post about a mummy with a head full of dirt.
Being a mummy with a head full of dirt, the dirt-filled mummy head in my dream of course sprouted verdant growth like a Chia Pet, ultimately assuming a visage somewhere between Howard Stern and Richard Simmons. This is potentially scary.
They say that "Sometimes a dream about a mummy with a head full of dirt is just a dream about a mummy with a head full of dirt."
Once I remembered this, I felt better, and was assured that there was nothing wrong with me.