|(HB pencil on a 139mm x 89mm postcard)|
It wasn't the blatant fact that she was sat naked in a waiting room next to an invisible man who wore a harlequin hat, bow tie and kinky cod-piece to get himself noticed. Or that there was a hideous, bug-eyed, tentacled monster making sexual advances on her.
No, all this seemed quite normal in her mind.
The point that finally made her realise she was dreaming was that the dragon-headed man had the nerve to be smoking in a no smoking area and she just couldn't accept it.
I mean, she thought, how fucking dare he?!