dream entry

I was this weird awkward Casanova that motivated this one girl--who may or may not have been based on this girl in the porno I watched before I went to bed--to talk to some twat that wasn't dream-me. I was giving her petty impotent kisses until eventually she garnered enough courage to talk to the guy she actually wanted to talk to, which I was motivating her to do, while also, you know, trying to lobby for dream-me.

My dream self really held it down, exuding tremendous subconscious reverberations of 'Girls h8 u, lol.'

But listen I remembered a dream--I did it.