I had a dream where my legs were arms, and my arms were legs, but my legs were where my arms were supposed to be, and my arms were where my legs were supposed to be, and I had to play in a piano recital. But the thing is, I haven't played piano in a while, so I was pretty rusty. I begin playing and everyone is embarrassed for me and for a few other people who look like me. Someone yells “Nice concerto, whatta ya have athletes’ hands? Get it! Like athlete’s foot.” I try to press on, but I’m concerned that I’m not going to make it all the way through because my leg arms are falling asleep.

A rabbit is berating me for drinking too much. I can't believe it, calling him a hypocrite for eating too many carrots. It's not the same thing, he insists. I explain that we all have vices and I don't fault him for eating carrots. He explains that my vice is obnoxious while his is high in Vitamin A. I explain that since vitamin A is fat-soluble, disposing of any excesses taken in through diet is much harder than with water-soluble vitamins B and C, thus vitamin A toxicity may result. This often leads to nausea, jaundice, irritability, anorexia (not to be confused with anorexia nervosa, the eating disorder), vomiting, blurry vision, headaches, hair loss, muscle and abdominal pain and weakness, drowsiness and altered mental status. All of which are annoying to me.
He got all up in my face. So I rabbit slapped him. It was super slow, as in all my dreams when I am physically violent I seem to do it at 1/2 speed. It's not very effective.
I woke up shortly after craving carrot cake, even though I know acute toxicity generally occurs at doses of 25,000 IU/kg of body weight, with chronic toxicity occurring at 4,000 IU/kg of body weight daily for 6–15 months. So I didn't have any.

I show up to my high school, and I'm naked, but so is everyone else, and the school is clothed. Like the chairs have shirts and the tables all have mock turtlenecks. And I wasn't embarrassed, no one was. Well, we were all a little embarrassed for the furniture. I mean, a few of the couches looked like they stepped out of 1985. Hey yo. I wake up suddenly to the the sound of a slap bracelet.

I’m looking in the mirror, but instead of my reflection it’s Ted Danson with a handlebar mustache. He/I look good for my age. I decide to do something youthful. I then remember commissioning a half pipe made of whole pipes, smoking pipes, and deciding it’s too expensive. I feel I’m not old enough to make any adult decisions. My mother is there, and she tells me that I wasn’t a mistake, but more of a mishap. I ask her how this is better and she forces applesauce in my mouth. Then I wake up.