More Fragments of dreams, there were more than this but I can’t remember properly. There was one that was ‘on the tip of my tongue’ or should I say ‘on the end of my pencil’ for ages but it just wouldn’t come.
H was saying ‘he, he, he.’ In conversation with me. She had a new boyfriend. (My friend in real life, she does have a boyfriend, which is quite exciting as it’s not like her and she’s been single as long as I’ve known her.) Really it was a ‘she’ I found out through a third party, but for some reason, she didn’t want to tell me.
My mum buys me a fridge, except it’s not a fridge at first, it’s a BMW convertible, white with a white top, and I am annoyed, as I quite like my Rover, and thought it would be the Rover as a convertible. I guess my car had gotten smashed up and I just thought it would have a new top. Except then, it is in fact a fridge, with far more space in the top than my regular fridge. It slowly dawns on me how massive it is, and then I look up and see that the milk and stuff is inserted into the very top roof of the fridge, and I would really have to stand on a chair to get it down.
Then my dad, well he was not supposed to read my blog, but he had already, somehow. He finished a painting for me, I had cut out this sort of cardboard shape and he painted a woman on it, basically a vulva with very neatly trimmed pubes and a shapely leg. He had read my mind basically, it was everything I was sort of imagining when I cut the shape out, but could not paint it as well as he.
Then I was in a club, having sex with a guy.
(So much sex in my dreams, the next bit is the worst…)
I put a piece of cherry cake in my vagina and someone ate it out. The cherry cake. Out of my vagina. You know what I mean.