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Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
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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Weird. My dream about sunny's and ncs's babies was followed by one in which I was being followed home from the hospital (after having my baby) by a silver Hummer, the occupants of which I suspected were involved in causing a plane crash near Gravelly Point, which I witnessed on that same ride home. There is no explanation for how I got from giving you a hand job to being chased by the hummer.
ET clarify that the silver hummer is not the baby's daddy.
