Tablenapkin Entries - This was last night's dream, seriously.

Trekking on a wooden plank floating on dirty water, I took the time with making my steps and ever so carefully I put one foot in front of the other. The wooden path turns to a bend and i realize you are walking with me, behind me. You slip and I slip too and now we are swimming in the dirty water with floating yellow prophylactics I called "potatoes". Were they used or unused, I do not know. The last I remember, I was lost in a tantrum of happy panic. You, me, and the water which came from who knows where. I woke up to an imagined smell of Bvlgari.

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Reminds me of Science of Sleep, which I have yet to write about.