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Make out With me (canibalized from earlier stuff)
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Make out With me (canibalized from earlier stuff) |
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Dadygoose Member
since 2010-01-01
Posts 162A Communist country |
I'm riding in the back seat of this car and a woman is driving. The woman is excessively physically affectionate, vocalizing, doing her best to make out with me. Fearing an accident, I remind her that she is driving. I hear her say: "stan," and apparently speaks to him. I decide Stan must be her husband and that he is the one driving. She keeps up her vocalizing and physical flirtation: She coos: I know her ... Don't I remember? ... Stan seems focused on the road, apparently totally oblivious to what his wife is doing. We are going to the house of some wealthy couple. It seems they are having us for dinner, or maybe they are having us over for dinner. Or maybe we are being had over for dinner by them. We arrive and are greeted by the couple. I wonder what am I going to do with the frozen vegie burgers I brought with me, just in case they don’t have any food. I imagine if the couple saw me eating them they might get upset, like it would be an underhanded way of saying I would rather be eating something else. I decide to stuff the patties in their freezer, planning to retrieve them when we leave without the couple noticing. Then the old man, the husband, is with me. It dawns on me that my pants have fallen off, or maybe have disintegrated. But the old man doesn’t say anything. I decide they are being polite. I decide it must be time to leave. I start pulling packages of what must be frozen food out of the freezer, but all the packages appear to be empty. Then it dawns on me it is their freezer. So I start replacing all the packages. Then it dawns on me that my underwear have fallen off or maybe have disintegrated. Still, nobody says anything. I half remember: wasn't yesterday national underwear day? Yet I still converse politely with the old man, who seems not to have noticed anything. For some reason I am lying on my stomach on the floor. I wish for a mike and suddenly, a mike materializes right in front of me from nothing. I start to mike the frozen vegie burgers. I tell the old man that there isn't any beach in Colorado. But every now and then, I go to see my sister down in Corpus. As the breakfast patties are miking in the mike, I ponder: How can I get out of this polite, respectable company, out of this rich couple’s house, without being detected? How can I go out on the streets like this ... without wearing any ... ... without any …? But I don't get to eat the breakfast patties, because I then wake up. Apple juice! Bring me more apple juice! And pretend you are Midnitesun! |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Kacy would have loved this cannibalization of an old dream. Do you mind if I sit in to read and tell you that your dreams are far better than mine?  Hugs! |
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