Clearly, even in my dreams, my brain doesn't want me to have fun.
So, last night, in the middle of a fairly drab and boring dream about hanging out with some friends in a downtown office building, I'm distracted by sudden movement outside the window. Something was knocking on the window, which wouldn't be so weird if we weren't on the top floor.
I turn and, sure enough, there's a massive critter standing out there, quite clearly wanting a little 'affection' if you will. And as everyone else is staring in awe and commenting how huge and hot the furry in question was, I blurt out 'Aw, crap, that can't be real.'.
An instant later I'm awake, grumbling to myself. Even my subconcious is trying to get me laid and I'm too dumb to take it up. :)
I turn and, sure enough, there's a massive critter standing out there, quite clearly wanting a little 'affection' if you will. And as everyone else is staring in awe and commenting how huge and hot the furry in question was, I blurt out 'Aw, crap, that can't be real.'.
An instant later I'm awake, grumbling to myself. Even my subconcious is trying to get me laid and I'm too dumb to take it up. :)