Damaged Apples, Digging in my Eyeball

1. Chad is selling some kind of impotence-curing tonic at the bar where he works. I go there to hang out and record "the sounds of science" on my laptop. Somehow I end up scratching the bottom of my computer and ripping my jeans while Chad chides me about "the TRUE meaning of Christmas."

2. I am at dinner with Ronnie in some sort of Christian-fundameltalist themed cafe. I am digging in my eye for my contact lens*. Everything is blurry and the table top is wet**.

*I don't wear contacts in real life.
**It should be noted that upon waking my eye was red and swollen, an indication that somnambulist-style digging actually took place.