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I've been having crazy vivid detailed dreams lately.
Last night I had a dream I was in Powells bookstore in Portland. And I couldn't get out of it. There weren't any doors or windows, just endless bookshelves and stairs, and huge frieght elevators that were big enough to move an entire floor, which made it hard to keep balance so Id fall down from time to time. I kept running between floors, and getting hassled by the workers who wanted to know if I knew the dewey decimal system.
Eventually I met some woman who worked there, and she said that she would let me leave if she could give me a show. Then she lifted her skirt to show me her vajayjay, and I said "I'm a tactile learner" and started to stroke her. So this is where it gets weird, because I moved my finger down to penetrate her, but couldn't because there was something square and hard inside her that wouldn't let my finger in. Maybe it was a book?
Eventually she let me pass, and the door led to the parking garage. But then the parking garage was just three levels of parking and windows, with no actual exit. I decided to simply ram my car through the window of the parking garage to escape, and woke up after that part. Immediately I grabbed my phone to write this shit down.
TYLENOL PM IS AWESOME.
Last night I had a dream I was in Powells bookstore in Portland. And I couldn't get out of it. There weren't any doors or windows, just endless bookshelves and stairs, and huge frieght elevators that were big enough to move an entire floor, which made it hard to keep balance so Id fall down from time to time. I kept running between floors, and getting hassled by the workers who wanted to know if I knew the dewey decimal system.
Eventually I met some woman who worked there, and she said that she would let me leave if she could give me a show. Then she lifted her skirt to show me her vajayjay, and I said "I'm a tactile learner" and started to stroke her. So this is where it gets weird, because I moved my finger down to penetrate her, but couldn't because there was something square and hard inside her that wouldn't let my finger in. Maybe it was a book?
Eventually she let me pass, and the door led to the parking garage. But then the parking garage was just three levels of parking and windows, with no actual exit. I decided to simply ram my car through the window of the parking garage to escape, and woke up after that part. Immediately I grabbed my phone to write this shit down.
TYLENOL PM IS AWESOME.