So Rebeka had come back to the Republic from Australia to visit her family. First of all she called me up to visit her at some cheap motel. Obviously it was for sex. I wasn't up for any sex because I'm so fat and afraid that I'd get caught.

Turns out, this was her plan all along.

I show up, she lets me in like a pizza delivery guy in a bad porno movie. Seconds later I've got her top off and I'm turning her around to bang her from behind when a bald guy who looks like Jaybird but isn't Jaybird bursts out of a closet or a darkened bathroom.

"Mocky!", she cries out in mock alarm.

"Oh Jesus", I thought to myself. Furious, I shouted "What the fuck? You came all the way out here to get caught getting fucked? And it's not even behind his back?"

Rebeka rambles on about how he doesn't know, his appearance was pure coincidence and lots of other fucked up logic that doesn't even make sense in dreams.

Now the Jaybird clone that she calls her husband is trying to pick a fight with me but it's laughable considering the fact he's much shorter than the real Jaybird and any bulk is from butter not muscle.

So I left the dream thinking "fuck this shit."