I had an odd dream last night:
I was stood on a high balcony; it was hot and balmy and the air stuck to my skin. I looked up at the clouds, they were thick, black and stormy and it started to rain. Except the rain was glittery, something wasn't right. I started to realise the rain wasn't rain; it was tiny, thin, shards of glass falling from the sky. I had nowhere to run or hide, glancing down at my left arm, I was shocked. I had a layer of tiny pieces of glass stuck in my skin. Like a frosting of a second skin. No pain and no blood.
A doctor at work told me that if you taken took much B12 vitamin, you have strange dreams. I ate a lot of Marmite yesterday.