I had a unusually psychologically revealing dream last night. Somehow I was duplicated, but not exactly as my duplicate was everything I wish I was. But to make matters worse, she didn't particularly like me. Nope, no self-loathing going on here.
That was made up for later with the appearance of two professional wrestlers who were back at their sexy peak, and the wealthy man whose chauffeurs rode and drove from the back seat, and the front would convert to drivable should he choose to drive it himself. Yes, my duplicate self was that beautiful and charming.
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by Tabby at 7/04/2006 08:27:00 a.m.