Morpheus Be Trollin'

I had a dream just then,

I got out of bed in the morning, and went into the bathroom. Passing the mirror, I saw my face was encrusted with mud.
"How odd" I thought to myself, and scraped away the mud.
But the mud wouldn't scrape away. Under it was more mud. And more. Desperately, frenziedly, I scraped at the mud, crying, fingernails covered in dirt, hands stained brown, eyes wide and white. My mouth was open in terror, first screaming then there was a frothing white foam falling from my lips in globs of insanity.
But underneath it all, was just more mud.
Then I woke up. My head, still on the pillow, my heart beating five times a second.

Dreams don't mean shit.