But last nights was different. Instead of my usual fantasies where Sloan shows up in a lab coat, absolutely ass naked underneath, exclaiming that she is a Doctress that needs to give me a full body exam in order for me to live, I had other images in my mind for whatever reason. Instead of getting lost in Sloan's goregous mane of hair, I found myself chasing Lassie the dog down a road. Yes Lassie. What frightened me was the fact that I thought Lassie was actually a banging piece of dog ass. Like she kept looking back at me and barking as if I should follow her. I did in fact, obviously because I was dreaming. The next minute the beautiful Lassie turns into a mail man. Very weird indeed, and for whatever reason I just had to chase him. I had no idea why I was chasing him, maybe he told me to fuck myself or something. I had no idea. All of a sudden the mail man I was chasing magically transformed into a tennis ball. A tennis ball? What fucking kind of dream was this? In between my agonizing curiosity, I realized I was just so damn content playing with this tennis ball. It was green, and fuzzy, and just a whole lot of fun to me. It hit me right then. I had a dream I turned into a dog or something. That had to be it right?
At that very moment my eyes opened. I looked up and around, and there I was safe and sound in my room. Dream over. I was a fucking K-9. I guess it was a nice little change from banging out Sloan in my backyard hammock. I was chill with it. Never against a little change of pace. One dream I'm chasing hot smoke shows, and the next I'm chasing mail men. I stretched my body in preparation for getting out of my comfy bed. My mom then walked in and looked at me like I was the ghost of Tupac. "Adam, it's time for your walk." My walk? Wtf? "Yes, if you go pee pee outside you will get a treat." Was I still dreaming?
I guess this explains it all.
-Dbl-A
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