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Last night I dreamt I was reading Mungleford and he wrote that he had a pet tarantula named Song who recently gave birth to eight babies. He also wrote that he meant to eat an antacid but accidentally put one of the baby tarantulas in his mouth instead and chewed it before he realized his mistake. At this point in the dream I became Mungleford and spent a long time picking bits of broken baby tarantula out of my mouth, putting them on a Kleenex and trying piece together the now dead and soggy spider. 

I brushed my teeth for a long time when I woke up.