It Must Have Been Something I Ate

A dream I had in the third-person a while back, which still amuses me:

She had to choose one of them to go with her, and thought only for a quick moment before making the decision. “Kel.”

The leaders walked some yards away to a sunny patch of grass where they would not be overheard, and imediately formed into two lines, two sides facing each other.

Josh had been sure she would choose him, but now he saw the wisdom in her decison. She had chosen Kel for his size. He stood a full foot over any other leader.

“The queen is sick. I will be attending to this meeting in her place.”

The mumbling was not discreet: “What happened?” “She walks outside and looses her keys.”

“She ate some bad lettuce.” It was difficult to say with a straight face.