Wednesday, 11 August 2004
dirty bed

I dreamed I was in some sort of southern california beachside hotel suite. I was staying with a friend, and I guess we were putting on some sort of sham, we were going to fuck these two guys and get something (money? influence?) out of it.

the guys were out of the room and I had been sleeping (or pretending to). I got up and we were talking about this and that. I had felt weird sleeping on the bed, like the dog was there, but it wasn't...

the guys were coming back and my friend told me I had to lay back down again. I looked at where my head had been. (the bed sheets were dark blue.) outlined where my face had been was a lot of bird guano. like, euw. my friend geestured at me to lie down quick. but I was very hesitant. was my face really in bird guano? what was this all about, anyhow? I tried to remember, but I could not.

Posted by dracon at 11 August 2004 23:44
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