Xelebes
Little Blue Alien
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- Sep 13, 2003
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Last night, the dream goes something along the lines of me being seduced by a teacher I knew from high school, and we kissed and all that lovey dovey stuff.
Next scene is me on the schoolyard, searching for something. Could have been playing soccer or something but I was on the schoolyard and I discover a severed penis. I show this to the teacher and she shrugs it off.
Next scene has me over in her apartment and the police come by. I go down the stairs to meet them and we talk. Nothing really happens except I talk to them and they get re-assured. I then go upstairs back to her apartment and smell something a little rotten. I shrug it off and the two of us head into her bedroom where on the bed is the corpse of her former husband laying on the bed in a pool of crusted blood with the death-wound evidently being in the groin. I shrug this off too and then we have sex on the bed, right beside a rotting corpse.
The next scene has the police coming over and they seem to not take a liking to talk to me. They brush past me and I rush back to the apartment only to see the teacher stuff the corpse of her husband into the body of her grand piano.
After a few minutes of her struggling to squeeze the body inside, I wake up.
So, how are your dreams?
Next scene is me on the schoolyard, searching for something. Could have been playing soccer or something but I was on the schoolyard and I discover a severed penis. I show this to the teacher and she shrugs it off.
Next scene has me over in her apartment and the police come by. I go down the stairs to meet them and we talk. Nothing really happens except I talk to them and they get re-assured. I then go upstairs back to her apartment and smell something a little rotten. I shrug it off and the two of us head into her bedroom where on the bed is the corpse of her former husband laying on the bed in a pool of crusted blood with the death-wound evidently being in the groin. I shrug this off too and then we have sex on the bed, right beside a rotting corpse.
The next scene has the police coming over and they seem to not take a liking to talk to me. They brush past me and I rush back to the apartment only to see the teacher stuff the corpse of her husband into the body of her grand piano.
After a few minutes of her struggling to squeeze the body inside, I wake up.
So, how are your dreams?