And then....she was a spoon!
I had a dream last night, that I was walking Lady Martina out of the Harrow Campus at Uni, and she was really tired,and despondant. So I lifted her up in my arms, and carried her home.
During this dream, her clothes seemed to evaporate, and as I held her naked in my arms, I stooped to lick her stomach. But then I took her into the bathroom, intent on proving to her, two people could fit in the shower, and suddenly, as I stood her up, and licked her face, her face was surrounded by a flesh coloured toilet seat, and I thought - eew..I just licked a toilet seat. I turned her around, and there was yoghurt on her back, so I picked her up, and put her under the sink to wash the yoghurt off her...during this process, she morphed into a yoghurt spoon. So that, I was no longer with a naked Lady Martina in a bathroom, but rather, I was washing up a spoon under the tap.
Hmm.
Oh well.
She turned into a spoon.
I think the dream reflected my fussiness about germs in bathrooms, and being fussy about washing up.
During this dream, her clothes seemed to evaporate, and as I held her naked in my arms, I stooped to lick her stomach. But then I took her into the bathroom, intent on proving to her, two people could fit in the shower, and suddenly, as I stood her up, and licked her face, her face was surrounded by a flesh coloured toilet seat, and I thought - eew..I just licked a toilet seat. I turned her around, and there was yoghurt on her back, so I picked her up, and put her under the sink to wash the yoghurt off her...during this process, she morphed into a yoghurt spoon. So that, I was no longer with a naked Lady Martina in a bathroom, but rather, I was washing up a spoon under the tap.
Hmm.
Oh well.
She turned into a spoon.
I think the dream reflected my fussiness about germs in bathrooms, and being fussy about washing up.