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Dreams. Not nightmares. I couldn't tell you the last time I had a nightmare. But the dreams are getting STRANGE.
Last night I was trapped in a crowd of frantic people running with a raging bull among them. It was dark, but I noticed the sun rising from the east. Then I saw these guys on stilts hustling long strides. The swarm was running in one direction. Some of those people detached from the stampede into homes along the route. They locked their doors, and the windows illuminated.
I turned and proceeded to whatever was chasing them. And as the crowd thinned, all that was left were seven persons in a banded formation. Three women and four men. They had spray bottles in their hands. They were spraying a mist. I noticed lettering on the bottles. But they were different. I looked closer to one, which read Covid-20. Ugh. Then another one! Covid-19. Uh? And another one! Herpes. Jeepers creepers. I stopped reading them and decided to walk west into the wasteland. But something felt uncomfortable in my back jeans pocket. I reached behind and retrieved a water bottle?? Uh-oh. There was lettering. I read it. Multiply. I felt another discomfort in my other pocket. Another bottle! It displayed Lust.
I placed the former back into my pocket, quickly unscrewed the latter, and discarded the spray head mechanism. I drank the entire bottle and tossed it on the ground. I ran and caught up with the crowd and went ahead of them. I reached behind, regained the Multiply, and sprayed it into people's faces.
Moments later, women began gathering around me with seduction in their eyes. Vicious facial expressions followed. They were massaging their breasts and crotches. Uh-oh. Perhaps drinking that bottle wasn't such a good idea. Several of them grabbed me and began tugging me away from that route. The others that weren't pulling pushed me. They kept dragging and shoving until we reached a spooky barroom. A neon beer sign was displayed in the window next to a lit OPEN sign. They forced me through the timber rustic salon doors. Ugh. The creakiness of those wooden flaps shivered me bones.
It was dark. I couldn't see much. I felt hands unfastening my clothes. Uh-oh. I was naked. They pushed me into a hard object. I felt behind me, and it was a cold glass top. They compelled me rougher until I climbed onto it. I looked to my side and saw a lit-up case. It was a pinball machine display. And the lettering lit up and read, YOU'VE BEEN ACCUSED. A naked woman climbed on me, and Jodi Fostered my penis. The women gathered around and cheered. One hollered, "I'm next!" Then I felt someone wrapping my balls with a rubber band. Ugh. I did this to save humanity! I will be that sacrifice! I assured myself.
It felt like hours as each one took their turn. Then, staggering to my side, I saw a bright window. It was daylight outside. A naked couple walked passed—a woman was riding the man passionately. Then an overweight, short-haired-woman-looking creature halted and shouted, "I'm pregnant!" Ugh. I thought to myself, Boom-shocka-shocka-shocka-boom. But it didn't matter. I was successful. The crowd was multiplying as my gangrape persisted.
I woke up naked.
Ugh. Cinnamon whiskey can do strange things to sleep.
Last night I was trapped in a crowd of frantic people running with a raging bull among them. It was dark, but I noticed the sun rising from the east. Then I saw these guys on stilts hustling long strides. The swarm was running in one direction. Some of those people detached from the stampede into homes along the route. They locked their doors, and the windows illuminated.
I turned and proceeded to whatever was chasing them. And as the crowd thinned, all that was left were seven persons in a banded formation. Three women and four men. They had spray bottles in their hands. They were spraying a mist. I noticed lettering on the bottles. But they were different. I looked closer to one, which read Covid-20. Ugh. Then another one! Covid-19. Uh? And another one! Herpes. Jeepers creepers. I stopped reading them and decided to walk west into the wasteland. But something felt uncomfortable in my back jeans pocket. I reached behind and retrieved a water bottle?? Uh-oh. There was lettering. I read it. Multiply. I felt another discomfort in my other pocket. Another bottle! It displayed Lust.
I placed the former back into my pocket, quickly unscrewed the latter, and discarded the spray head mechanism. I drank the entire bottle and tossed it on the ground. I ran and caught up with the crowd and went ahead of them. I reached behind, regained the Multiply, and sprayed it into people's faces.
Moments later, women began gathering around me with seduction in their eyes. Vicious facial expressions followed. They were massaging their breasts and crotches. Uh-oh. Perhaps drinking that bottle wasn't such a good idea. Several of them grabbed me and began tugging me away from that route. The others that weren't pulling pushed me. They kept dragging and shoving until we reached a spooky barroom. A neon beer sign was displayed in the window next to a lit OPEN sign. They forced me through the timber rustic salon doors. Ugh. The creakiness of those wooden flaps shivered me bones.
It was dark. I couldn't see much. I felt hands unfastening my clothes. Uh-oh. I was naked. They pushed me into a hard object. I felt behind me, and it was a cold glass top. They compelled me rougher until I climbed onto it. I looked to my side and saw a lit-up case. It was a pinball machine display. And the lettering lit up and read, YOU'VE BEEN ACCUSED. A naked woman climbed on me, and Jodi Fostered my penis. The women gathered around and cheered. One hollered, "I'm next!" Then I felt someone wrapping my balls with a rubber band. Ugh. I did this to save humanity! I will be that sacrifice! I assured myself.
It felt like hours as each one took their turn. Then, staggering to my side, I saw a bright window. It was daylight outside. A naked couple walked passed—a woman was riding the man passionately. Then an overweight, short-haired-woman-looking creature halted and shouted, "I'm pregnant!" Ugh. I thought to myself, Boom-shocka-shocka-shocka-boom. But it didn't matter. I was successful. The crowd was multiplying as my gangrape persisted.
I woke up naked.
Ugh. Cinnamon whiskey can do strange things to sleep.
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