Dream Diary 13: Collage

Me and one of my old friends, let's call her Mahogany, were huddled in some strange, dusty studio. We were both in a sleeping bag together, and seemed to fall in and out of consciousness. We decorated the walls of the studio with paper cutouts and newspaper clippings with the psychic power of our hypnogogic state. I distinctly remember her saying she was jealous of my massive toned cyclist calves before I woke up.