eater of dreams; vomiter of unease

a rough translation of the red text is as follows:

eater of dreams

vomiter of unease

butterball fatass

i don't have a good translation for any of these other things, sadly, but i do have another short story, 

[short story? -i think short stories are longer. -shhhh.]

i wonder if i will ever get out of this muffled room, where words come to me wearing dandelion sweaters and my eyes are sad for some reason that i cannot comprehend. even my tongue refuses to cooperate, as if its batteries have run quite dry. i try to keep my heart rate in zone two and control my breathing. i wish i had a cookie. boy that would sure be good.