I had a dream last night that I had sex with a hermaphrodite.
I am very worried about this, because it wasn't eroticised in any way....it happened like it does on a James Bond film. You know how the camera sort of detatches itself and shows like the bottom of the bed with all the clothes hastily strewn around it? That was my dream.

Except the person I was dreaming of was a letterbox AND a postman at the same time 0_0

My dreams always happen like that. It's very rare that I actually experience things as myself. It's like I'm an onlooker to the whole thing, but still have some control over it. I wish they made films like that...............but then it'd just end up being like that Bill Hicks routine with interactive porn and everyone would end up sitting at home all day fucking Pamela Anderson. Or whoever. I've never really found her all that attractive, to be honest. I'm not a fan of the big-breasted look.
That last sentence could probably be misconstrued by many people as mysoginistic and/or sexist, but it really isn't. Just so you know.
But then again, I dream of shagging hermaphrodites, so you should probably take anything I say with a pinch of salt.
Hmm....I don't think that was the whole of the dream though. If i strain really hard, I can picture a tangerine getting smashed by a sledgehammer, then turning into a half full mug of hot water.
I'm a very odd person.

Oh well. That's my third entry. I'll be doing one again tomorrow, most likely.