Last night I dreamed I was in an unfamiliar building looking for a bathroom. People kept sending me to different parts of the building, but no bathroom was forthcoming. Finally I found one that was in a cafeteria, but was for customers only, so I attempted to buy something so that I could use it. I was given the wrong item, and then held captive by some guy who forcibly restrained me and made me sit on his lap while he held an apparently effortless conversation with a bunch of other guys similarly holding women captive, and forcing their affections on them. Finally, when his tongue got too close for comfort, I bit down on it and bit a piece off, freeing myself from his grasp. I woke up cursing the period pains that force me regularly to take a day off work, and that no doctor is willing to even attempt to treat.
Monday, December 21, 2009
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