The dreamsicle was marketing fluff. "Tastes like real dreams!" couldn't be true. Then, I had a lick. At first it tasted like nothing. Not cold, hard, or sweet. Slowly, there was a sensation on my tongue. I realized that I had not felt my tongue at all when I first licked. The feeling then was like having thirty tongues, but none of them solid. I had a sudden desire to wash my hands, but my tongue kept telling my brain it tasted soap. Every thought produced its own taste. I'm not sure which whimsy produced the coppery taste of blood.
#29 - Apparently there is actually such a thing as a Dreamsicle. Pretend this happened in a universe where there isn't. Thanks.