bliumchik | (no subject)

Sometimes I remember my dreams. Sometimes I don't. Sometimes, generally due to an untimely yet non-urgent wake-up call, I remember bits and pieces and cannot for the life of me figure out how they fit together, and become intensely curious as to What I'm Missing, but alas. gone forever.

For instance this morning I dreamed about bisexual porn and spaceship crashes. Actual porn mind, it wasn't just a sex dream, it actually paused to let me know that the actors lubed up off camera. I blame fandom for this. I also get the feeling that one of the pornstars helped me out of the wreckage of my spaceship, but that may be a waking-confusion mashup. There was definitely a conspiracy of some sort involved in the crash, though, so who knows. Maybe the porn was part of the plot.

Um hi morning. Afternoon. Afternoon. Shit.

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