Something for the Weakened

Tedious Dream Recollection

Wednesday, March 2nd, 2016 by Alastair

Last night I dreamt I was buying hardcore pornography from a garage. £11 for a single magazine it was. My subconscious is a right rip off. And it was secondhand too, so God alone knows where it had come from. The guy at the till was of an indeterminate ethnicity, which made me nervous. My subconscious is also mildly racist it transpires. He was vocally very enthusiastic about the purchase I was making. This unsettled me as well, but not for long, as I realised that my parents were still in the car.

Thirty-eight years old, people. Thirty-eight years old.

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