Singing Lettuce On a Park Bench, Babbling Prophecies Of The Turnip God
You are sat on a park bench waiting for your pet goat to return with your money, when all of a sudden, the lettuce from your sandwich comes to life and sings about the coming of Dennis, the great Turnip God, (sung entirely in braille)
I'll be honest, this is an arkward dream to interpret. The fact that the lettuce was singing in braille turns this into a dilemma related to the recent loss of your mucus membranes. The other problem is that the Turnip God only appears to clowns and is often dressed like a belly-dancer. The bottom line is that some day soon, a moose with a huge forehead will attach 10 yams to your fingers and make you dance in a pink skirt at the local flea market.