Last night I had a dream. I walked up behind a woman who I knew in my dream was my woman (but not my actual girlfriend IRL). She was cooking at the stove. She was the fattest woman I could ever remember seeing. I hugged her from behind and was enveloped in her softness. My arms sank into her side. It might be the first time I remember having a tactile component in a dream. I felt loved and, well, other things. I woke in a really good mood.
There's no real point. I just wanted to share my dream.
There's no real point. I just wanted to share my dream.
