Last night I woke up, sometime late, thinking I could taste petrol fumes. Exhaust fumes. I hate that taste – it’s the worst part of waiting for a bus on Paramatta Road or in the city. I think it was just a dream (especially since allergies have plugged my nose so I can’t smell anything), but isn’t that strange? I don’t usually dream about smells.
i don’t usually dream about smells
