When I woke this morning, after not really sleeping at all, it was still dark outside. My room was only slightly lit by the motion light on my neighbors house. I began to blow air into my right cheek. I would blow air into it and hold it for a moment. Suddenly, as I would be holding it, smoke would begin to float from my cheek into the air. The smoke would go ahead and take the shape of my cheek before disappearing into the air.
I allowed this to happen too many times before realizing how strange it seemed.
I heard a japanese sounding tone, and it was Scott telling me that I had saved christmas.
I wanted to tell him about my cheek and the smoke, but I was certain he wouldn't believe me.
I fell into sleep again, and had a dream that I was lightly jumping from cloud to cloud in an endless sky, incredibly high.. over nothing.
Scott appeared in my dream and we jumped together.
"Why is there smoke coming from your cheek?", he asked.
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