In this dream I was being smushed by a big crowd. Somehow my shirt rode up and I was being tickled by someone's beard. I didn't like it.
So, I woke myself up and found that, indeed, my shirt had ridden up and Audrey was smushed against my back. It was her fur that was tickling my skin.
That foof!
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