Last night was not normal. My body was feeling hot and my eyes opened in the middle of a nightmare that I do not want to remember anymore. I will not watch that movie ever again.
I moved my pillow and turned around, I ended up directly in front of my “shoe gallery”. When I’m half asleep my brain acts like a drunk brain and wanders about the most random things: What makes a shoe a dream shoe?. Before I could even think of an answer I was in the arms of Morpheus again.
Next day I knew it, the dream shoe is subjective.