A dream of things decaying: Blue jeans.

Last month I dreamnt:

I'm sitting somewhere looking at a pair of my blue jeans that I'm holding in my hands, and there's a number of small holes scattered in the crotch area, maybe a millimeter or two across each, from where my legs meet and rub the fabric together.

And, I think to myself, "These are my last pair of good jeans."

And then, I wake up.

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