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out_thereNormally, I don't remember my dreams. I guess I dream the same amount as other people, I just don't remember them. I don't normally dream when I snooze on the train.
Needless to say, it was very disconcerting to wake up at my stop and be wrenched out of a very vivid, smutty dream. I was making out with a cute blonde in the middle of Melbourne (near Flinders St, I think - that type of old building), pressing up close and running my hand underneath her skirt. Somewhat of a disappointment to wake up to having to lurch sleepily off the train and walk home alone.
And you know the way of good dreams, once you wake up, you can't get back into them. *sigh*
Needless to say, it was very disconcerting to wake up at my stop and be wrenched out of a very vivid, smutty dream. I was making out with a cute blonde in the middle of Melbourne (near Flinders St, I think - that type of old building), pressing up close and running my hand underneath her skirt. Somewhat of a disappointment to wake up to having to lurch sleepily off the train and walk home alone.
And you know the way of good dreams, once you wake up, you can't get back into them. *sigh*
