In tonight's episode of "
ambersnake sleeps"...
I remember my dreams extremely rarely, and when I do, they're about really mundane things. We're talking, like, parking a car. These are the kinds of problems, dreams and hopes that my unconscious mind feels are important to process.
Not last night. Last night, I had sex with Adam Lambert because he wanted a baby.
But because I categorically don't have sex dreams (it'd be really interesting to know if other aces do), the dream skipped that part. What actually happend was that I went to a small gig of his, from where a selection of fans got transported to another location to have sex with him. After my turn I told him I'd done it just because it was him but I didn't really want a baby so I wasn't going to let it take.
He was very unconcerned about that and told me not to worry. Which was explained later in the dream when I read in the paper that his other attempts had been very successful.
What the actual fuck, self?
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