I only took notice of dreams when they’re one of the weirdest, and of course when they have a weird plot. Earlier, I dreamed of a lot of things: calling out our dog Shabutaro but him ignoring me so I called him Lassie and he still didn’t look, registering for a cedula at a dark and weird Municipal office/city hall with personnel that doubt my UP Form 5 as something to use for registration, a party in our house with a pink cake and all my other friends as attendees, a new empty house with 10 floors and the 10th floor is a storage room where that house appears more of an apartment to me, some old ABBA boarders reuniting in my “party”, me eating a lot of sweets including some weird brown elongated biscuit more like broas but better in taste, someone asking me if I’d like to view my boyfriend’s photo albums wherein I agreed since he’s gonna view mine too, and the same pink cake which has a silver ring that I bit to check if it’s real and if I could be able to eat it with the cake—that’s together with the coins in a wedding the one that is colored silver and placed into a container-like thingy. All these comprised in my weird dream.
Actually there are some other things I could not put here since in my dream, they are supposed to be censored. Oooh. Wanna know what that is? Nah, I’m not telling. Okay, fine, it’s an orgy—a sex orgy where I am one of the attendees and also my boyfriend. Shocking, huh? Well yeah, and also me and my boyfriend doing the thing almost in front of many people while watching a movie in a private living room with people I don’t even know. Wah, sooo strange!!
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