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You have the strangest dreams when you take naps. Or maybe it's just me.
In one dream, I was a midget gingerbread man being chased by a giant toothbrush.
In another one, I walked into a room and every guy that I've ever been with - sexually or romantically or both - and when I entered, they all stopped talking and turned to look at me.
In yet another one, me and the guys were sitting down to a fat kid's dinner of mozzerella sticks, cheesefries, calamari, cheesecake, a giant (like 20 pounds) hershey's bar and there was a huge pack of cigarettes on the table - which held like an entire carton of cigarettes. We're all chowing down, and then death (as in, black robe, cythe, the whole bit) comes roller skating by the table and stops and asks "Will that be all for you?"
And in the last one before I woke up, I was Goldilocks. Only, more like me in drag looking like Goldilocks. And instead of actual bears, it was just fat hairy men into leather. And instead of a house, it was some bar. The porridge was non-fat soy lattes. The rocking chairs were Prada shoes. And instead of beds, there were tricks. And the bears came into the back, found me with the "just right" trick and instead of chasing me out, they gave me a pack of rubbers and giant bottle of lube.
And this was all in the space of an hour and a half nap. Um. WTF?
In one dream, I was a midget gingerbread man being chased by a giant toothbrush.
In another one, I walked into a room and every guy that I've ever been with - sexually or romantically or both - and when I entered, they all stopped talking and turned to look at me.
In yet another one, me and the guys were sitting down to a fat kid's dinner of mozzerella sticks, cheesefries, calamari, cheesecake, a giant (like 20 pounds) hershey's bar and there was a huge pack of cigarettes on the table - which held like an entire carton of cigarettes. We're all chowing down, and then death (as in, black robe, cythe, the whole bit) comes roller skating by the table and stops and asks "Will that be all for you?"
And in the last one before I woke up, I was Goldilocks. Only, more like me in drag looking like Goldilocks. And instead of actual bears, it was just fat hairy men into leather. And instead of a house, it was some bar. The porridge was non-fat soy lattes. The rocking chairs were Prada shoes. And instead of beds, there were tricks. And the bears came into the back, found me with the "just right" trick and instead of chasing me out, they gave me a pack of rubbers and giant bottle of lube.
And this was all in the space of an hour and a half nap. Um. WTF?
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