Dream of the Day
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So I ate way too much cannabis chocolate last night at work which only really kicked in on my way home around midnight, so a bit of a weird sleep.
I remember a dream quite vividly from sometime this morning:
Cruzcampo - a shitty Spanish beer brand - had rebranded itself as the name of the town I lived in in Spain, as a kid. The can was quite designery, red with the name in white text, and a hand-scripted A below. A small Cruzcampo logo sat in the top right corner (can cans have corners?) to reassure people of its provenance, I guess.
I was in the small hallway of some English-style house I've never been in before, the front door to my right, the door to the living room to my left. For some reason, this living room represented the town in Spain I lived in. A friend who also lived in this town, and who I've not seen in more than a decade was there, and I was showing him this can. We were both elated.
So far, so banal.
For some reason, I then removed my penis, which was massively engorged and placed it on the top of the door frame of the front door, whereupon it ejaculated all over the door representing the Spanish town. For some reason, my friend wasn't entirely horrified by this, nor I. What was horrifying is that I looked out of the front door to see a client walking up, with her kid and husband following behind.
With the still-dripping and still somehow erect and dislocated penis on the top of the doorframe, I hesitantly welcomed my client in and behind her, the others followed. Her son was in crutches. My friend and I shared panicked looks just as my client turned around, looked up and saw the somehow still erect penis dripping cum on the top of the door frame. She looks to her partner, then back at me and says "Perhaps we should come another time?" and then leaves.
I awaken, somewhat perplexed.
Now, the funny thing.
My partner wasn't too pleased at my turning up a bit wrecked last night, despite the fact I had genuinely been working my ass off for over 12 hours straight, but she was in a surprisingly chirpy mood this morning when we got up.
I do all my morning chores and then pack to go and as I'm putting my shoes on she asks "Who's Eve?". "eh? I ..er.. don't know anyone called Eve. There's [old mutual friend] Evie? or Eve online, which I've never really played. What's the context?" I ask, walking into: "You mumbled her name as you had a dirty dream last night". "Oh". Shit. Absolutely no recollection of that. "I don't know any Eves, that's weird - Adam and Eve?" Sounds like I'm dissembling, so I leave it at that, trust that my genuine confusion has answered her suspicion, then GTFO to work.
Clearly she thinks I was out on the piss with someone else last night, rather than trudging through a job I grossly understimated the size of... .
- oops, crikey that was long.Nairn
- Haha!futurefood
- I've just checked and the Cruzcampo branding is written at an upwards angle, just as the design re-jig was in the dream. Strange what memories stick.Nairn
- Client come back tho?cannonball1978
- haha, we'll see. I can't quite remember which client she was - but I'm fairly sure she's not married, and certainly doesn't have a son with a broken ankle.Nairn