Number 33

This is (loosely) based on a dream I had. Aliens were "peacefully invading" Earth by assimilating themselves into our culture. I formed a gang of rebels, including a 7-foot tall giant who carried me on his shoulders and a little girl named either Alice or Dorothy, and we set off across a post-alien America in an old RV, frequenting snack bars in the dessert and flea markets. One of the items I REALLY wanted to buy from a flea market was a puzzle depicting a close-up of a fire ants face, all bumpy and whatnot. I randomly found a piece of it on the floor, and decided to collect all of the pieces in a bag hanging from the top of the RV. Big mistake! The aliens had attempted to poison me with the puzzle piece! I spat it out of my mouth (why was it now food and not in the bag? Dream logic) and woke up with my face in a gob of spit. Gross!