Last night was strange. Really strange. I dreamed about my toothbrush. Not just using it – no, that would be normal. This dream? The toothbrush was talking. Chatting away while I stood there, toothpaste dripping down my chin like an idiot. When I woke up, I was lying there blinking at the ceiling. “What in the world was that about?” Totally confused me. I mean, dreams about flying? Su... https://interpreteddreams.com