i had one. i dreamt that after work i rode my k 1300 s over to ai fiori for coctails and some trofie nero, all paid for by my business account. then i shot down to 9th ave for some dom perignon and to score a couple 8 balls at provocateur. while i was there i met some random model / actress who i convinced to come back to my deluxe suite at the mondrian, where i popped a cialis and proceded to deflile her until i was content. i then threw her out, popped some xanax and had a restful sleep.
oh wait that wasnt a dream at all, that happens to me all the time
one time i had a dream that i was walking in downtown chicago with an ex girlfriend of mine (the cunt). after some pleasant conversation we came across a little white rabbit in an alley. the rabbit seemed harmless enough until my dumb cunt whore faced ex girlfriend tried to pet him. upon being touched the rabbit grew 50 times its original size and it’s ears turned into giant tentacles. one of the tentacles proceeded to grab that slut mouthed dick farmer by the waist and hoist her in the air while the other one vigorously raped her while bashing her face repeatedly against a brick wall. this continued until her head was just a bloody stump down to her shoulders. the last thing i remember before waking up was giving some homeless man a high five and asking him to take a picture of me and the rabbit.
I don’t dream much (or remember any). Last dream I remember was a couple of months ago. I was a contortionist & FINALLY was able to blow myself. It wasn’t as good as I was hoping. I stopped & felt disappointed that I couldn’t get myself off w/my mouth…..