I don't like recording these kind of dreams. So I won't publish it. How about that? I'll record it for my own benefit but avoid the eyes of judgement ever falling upon this until after I'm dead. Or get hacked.
Anyway, I guess it was a gay sex dream I was having. I was in some kind of flop house situation where everyone was buggering everyone else. And there I was right in the middle of things. Doing stuff, or not quite doing stuff, because in a dream seldom does anything actually get done. But I wasn't opposed to it. It was just expected. Stuff was going to be done. I wasn't not altogether looking forward to it. Regardless, certain things did happen and that's all I'm going to say about that.
**Editor's note: Who gives a fuck? I'm gonna re-publish the previously unpublished, back-dated draft. I don't know when I had this dream, but I'll just leave the date as is, even though I'm sure it's not correct.
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