Pungenday, Discord 15th, yC 3169 I'm too analytical with this dream. It's a sex dream that takes place in a motel somewhere in the middle of Kansas. There's a mood which pervades the dream that implies that I am on the move, going somewhere and not looking back. My companion is Dee. Is this the future? Wishful thinking stemming from one of her impulsive questions from four years ago? Simply letting off steam? We're both wearing briefs and talking in the motel room when I decide to go down on her but we don't take off our underwear. My through-the-cloth cunnilingus becomes full fledged dry humping, white cotton rubbing against white cotton. It's during the dry humping that I become aware that this is just a dream and during the dream I was lying in bed on my stomach rubbing against the mattress in my sleep because my movement inhibitors have become lax or are non-existent. What brings about the revelation that I am asleep is the fact that I only get good boners while I'm unconscious. Anyway the dream continued. Afterwards I go out into the hall and realize that the motel is as empty as Kansas. Other News Whatever's going on with my head, self-esteem, depression or being insane is now becoming annoying with its affect on my physical, waking self. Maybe I'll get around to doing something about it. Maybe I won't. After all my right forearm still aches and it's been five months. I procrastinated for nine months about getting that broken wisdom tooth yanked from my skull. Post Script I was an ass on Thursday night towards the end of Smackdown. I am sorry maribou.