And you thought your night was bad

So, amongst my myriad of regularly scheduled strange dreams last night, I had a particularly memorable one. I ate a bumper off the front of a car. Yes. Let me just say that again. I ate the bumper off the front of a car. It as strange for me to type as it is for you to read. Trust me on this one.

It's not like a saw came out of no-where and the the bumper got hacked to bits before it was turned into cuisine with a nice clam sauce or something. It was like Monster Munch. Snarf. One bite and a huge piece was missing. Snarf, snarf... The whole bumper was chewed off with the exception of where the license plate hangs.

Surprisingly, my apparent ability to unhinge my jaw and produce fangs that can rend and tear a bumper off a car wasn't the only odd thing. As the dream progressed, I began to worry about how exactly I would get the sharp pieces of fiberglass (?) out of my body. I could see jagged edges distending my stomach.

Now, I've dabbled a tiny bit in dream meanings, but if anyone has ANY idea what this means, I'm all ears. Now, back to your regularly scheduled blogging.