The usual repeated dream of Mr. Pick and flick returns with the occasional bite and spit action.


    But there is also something new:


    I am sitting in a chair while brushing my hair, I am looking at the reflection of myselfin frontof meconfirmingmy hands actions, I am apparently listening to something: *technicianplease reportto the bridge as soon as possible*


    The brushing slows down and I hear myself mutter something softly to no one: "I wonder what Buggerbreath broke this time" and the dream ends with this remark.


    I awake yet again felling enlightened, I have made a huge discovery of myself: The amount of dreams containing Mr. Pick and flick corresponds with the number of lumps and half-moons I eat, causing me to believe that what he is actually flicking and spitting is actually my very own delicious food.If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    I am truly curious as to why he iswastefully throwing away all this delicious food, but at the same time I am happy because that means more food for me.


    It was also great that the string gave me such a new and interesting kind of dream, I truly hope I will find more interesting food soon.


    "I guess this is goodbye Ms. Tingleywall, I will truly miss the way you make my body tingle."


    I start moving along the new wall leaving Ms. Tingleywall behind me.


    It don''t take me long before I suddenly fell a tiny crack in the wall next to me, I pause there for a short while but I am unable to do anything about it so I decide to move on, I feel myself growing sluggish as my body fills up with food, I move past another crack in the wall but it seems to be the same case as the previous one with me unable to do anything about it.


    I continue my trek along the wall and grow more and more sluggish.


    I fall asleep.