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Excuse me, your Freudian slip is showing.
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Originally posted by robustpuppy
You copied my dream of last week in which I was in bed, in a nonsexual way, with two partners from my firm (at different times). But I was in a hotel room rather than at the partner's house, so my dream was seedier.
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My dreams are always disjointed. I don’t recall last nite’s (Ketel One coma). But the previous nite’s involved me getting a hand job from some dirty blonde girl with a kicking body (don’t know why... I don’t prefer hand jobs). Then, suddenly, I was at an Indian wedding. Very colorful. Lots of people in formal Indian dress. Lots of great Indian food. I love that chicken with raisins in curry sauce. But there was no segueway... No explanation at all for how I’d gotten from the hand job to the wedding. And worse, I never got a name for the woman who gave me the hand job... And I don’t know whether I got a full happy ending. My dream was like cable porn - no money shot.
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