Funnel

I dreamt I was in a forest, with the air chilly and still. It was just past sunset, so the forest was getting ready to sleep. Birds flew home hastily.

Then a sheep appeared from nowhere. He was big and humanoid in the way that he walked on his two hind legs. His wool was unshaven for a long time, and it was filthy. At first sight, he looked like a bear or a wolf or just some menacing figure. At sight, I was startled and fell over.

He walked towards me and reached towards my hand. Recognising that he was a sheep, and thus stereotypically harmless, I thought he was going to help me up. Instead, he grabbed me by my wrist roughly, and easily overpowered me, and tied my wrists together with a rope that was seemingly made from his wool. It was also rough and cut into my skin. Then, he tied my ankles together.

I laid on my back on the forest floor. He squatted next to my head and held it down by pressing on my forehead with one hoof. With another, he held out a funnel, and stuffed the narrow end into my mouth. I was frightened stiff and forgot to gag.

He then took out a book or a dictionary of some magical sort, from which he poured into the funnel and stuffed something into my mouth. When they started overflowing from the overwhelmed funnel, I saw what they were - words - black strings of letters put together - and they were alive - like fat maggots - which was a bad thing to notice because then I started to I feel them squirm and crawl in my mouth, on my tongue, and down my throat.

Then out of nowhere as well, I suddenly realised it could have been worse - he could have poured glass, or knives, or debit notes, or sins into my mouth. I think they would have been ripping my mouth into bits - since words crawled and squirmed. Sure, it could have been better, but chances are, in a nightmare like this, it would have been worse.

With that somewhat-reconciliation, I drifted away from the dream and went back to sleep.

(sneak.)