After calming down, I realized that the bullcrap I've been fed about not being able to read in dreams was true.
I swore never to open my mail again.
In celebration of the rain, I sat on the porch with my laptop and smoked and drew pretty pictures.
Well, only one.
What you see is the beginnings of my next, possibly second next tattoo. Considering my lack of GIMP skillz and drawing ability, I think I did pretty durn good. Fortunately, I had consumed some consumables notorius for making a person slightly obsessive compulsive. So I spent quite a bit of time examining the pixels. Although now I see some spots I missed.
And then the phone was brought out to me, still on the porch, by a pretty girl in a semi-seethrough shirt, or maybe I was just looking at her chest too long. Or maybe it was ND without a shirt on. Or a tight shirt. I think there were nipples. You know how dreams go.
A voice spoke to me sweet words, and made me smile. So now I go in search of the face that matches the voice, and hope that I wake up before the brakes on my bike fail again.
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