I'm thoroughly convinced I've lost my mind, again. The other night I had a dream that I visited a world entirely populated by thumbs.
Yes. Thumbs. Just thumbs, unlike the apt photo above, these thumbs did not have hands attached to them, or faces but they all had thumb prints.
I was there, apparently, to observe their form of government, which consisted of hundreds of thumbs banding together into one giant thumb which then proceeded to make decrees about life on Thumbworld. The spectator thumbs cheered every decree [without mouths, I'm not sure how they did it, but they did] and they generally seemed pleased with each new decision the ruling thumb came up with.
They were blissfully happy.
That's what I remember most about the dream. The thumbs were the happiest thumbs in the universe. They enjoyed being thumbs.
I don't know if I should seek medical attention or simply take a lesson from the thumbs and learn to be happy as I am. Either way, no more snacks before bedtime for me.