I have been having nightmares almost every single sleepless night for the last 7 1/2 years of my life.
Last night was different.
In my dream, it was nighttime and I was reclined on the sofa in the waiting room, where there were bay windows overlooking the street.
A dentist was sewing up my tongue and telling me to come back in 5 days if the edges of my tongue start to curl.
Because
- a) dentists perform tongue surgery ALL the time, and
- b) Surgery always happens without anaesthetic, and on the filthy sofa of a germ-infested waiting room.
And since having one’s tongue sewn up is such an arousing experience, I completely overlooked the fact that he wasn’t even remotely my type, and embarked on flirting shamelessly with said dentist.
And he liked it. A lot.
And while we never fully got all out – down and dirty, in the dirtiest sense of the word; And without giving you all the squirmy gropey dry-humpy details; The dream became very erotic.
And I woke up in a great mood.
Because in my world, compared to my usual nightmares, a pudgy Scottish dentist rubbing himself against you while suturing your tongue, is a good dream.
And I, after all the sad depressing posts that I have imposed on you lately, thought you could use some cheering up.
You’re welcome.
