![]() ![]() I shivered and kicked out, unwilling to acknowledge the summons, then tucked my leg into the thick folds of my Bugs Bunny comforter. First, a frosty chill crept up my ankle, the icy caress jolting me out of my red-hot dream. I did my darnedest to resist, but they were fairly persistent external forces. I was having a killer dream that featured a set of capable hands, a hot mouth, and a creative employment of lederhosen when two external forces tried to lure me out of it. The prospect led to the following dilemma: Do I seek help or buy drinks all around? Death via extreme pleasure was a serious concern. I was starting to wonder if repetitive exposure to nightly hallucinations resulting in earth-shattering cl**axes could have any long-term side effects. ![]() I’d been having the same dream for the past month-the one where a dark stranger materialized out of smoke and shadows to play doctor with me. ![]()
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