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Had an odd dream a couple nights ago.
No more odd than the rest, really, but thats what people say when a dream sticks in their head.
Primarly, I was following peter, mike, nate, and the gang, and things were mostly normal, besides the fact that we were nearly always at one of our houses having a gettogether of some sort. That, and there was this girl with me, who I found charming to no end.
She had these eyes... Thats all I remember about her face... She had these energetic, mischievous eyes,with that hint of a smirk, like they know something you dont. Eyes that seem to have this laughing affection.
God, I loved those eyes.
She was a prostitute, apparently. Mine, in fact. Though her clothes weren't really the trademark hooker clothes. She mostly just wore average pants, and a shirt worn over another shirt, like a jacket.
Everybody was making passing jokes about her in a friendly matter, and she laughed cheerfully with them. I remember responding to one with "She isn't a prostitute. She's just a charming young girl whom I happen to pay for sexual intercourse
Though I had occasionaly had short-lived glimmers of a doubt as to whether she actually enjoyed my company, I spent most of the time practically overjoyed that she was even there. She had a spontaneous sense of humor, sort of absurd too. She showed her affection in roughly the same way.
I recall in a moment of award silence, she suddenly turned to stare at me very seriously, and then grabbed me by the nose and said "You's my bitch." and smiled.
No more odd than the rest, really, but thats what people say when a dream sticks in their head.
Primarly, I was following peter, mike, nate, and the gang, and things were mostly normal, besides the fact that we were nearly always at one of our houses having a gettogether of some sort. That, and there was this girl with me, who I found charming to no end.
She had these eyes... Thats all I remember about her face... She had these energetic, mischievous eyes,with that hint of a smirk, like they know something you dont. Eyes that seem to have this laughing affection.
God, I loved those eyes.
She was a prostitute, apparently. Mine, in fact. Though her clothes weren't really the trademark hooker clothes. She mostly just wore average pants, and a shirt worn over another shirt, like a jacket.
Everybody was making passing jokes about her in a friendly matter, and she laughed cheerfully with them. I remember responding to one with "She isn't a prostitute. She's just a charming young girl whom I happen to pay for sexual intercourse
Though I had occasionaly had short-lived glimmers of a doubt as to whether she actually enjoyed my company, I spent most of the time practically overjoyed that she was even there. She had a spontaneous sense of humor, sort of absurd too. She showed her affection in roughly the same way.
I recall in a moment of award silence, she suddenly turned to stare at me very seriously, and then grabbed me by the nose and said "You's my bitch." and smiled.