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Isn't The Human Body A Wonderful Machine
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I dreamt last night that i wanted to go for a pee .
I was in my old secondary school building - but every toilet i went into, something stopped me from having a pee - either it was filthy dirty or some other thing stopping me doing the business .
Soon afterwards i woke up and guess what - yes i am bursting to have a pee .
Isn't the body fantastic in stopping me from peeing in my pj's ?
This is a dream i have every so often in one form or another .
What recurring dream do you have ?
I was in my old secondary school building - but every toilet i went into, something stopped me from having a pee - either it was filthy dirty or some other thing stopping me doing the business .
Soon afterwards i woke up and guess what - yes i am bursting to have a pee .
Isn't the body fantastic in stopping me from peeing in my pj's ?
This is a dream i have every so often in one form or another .
What recurring dream do you have ?
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Bazile...... many..... but this one p1sses me off. I meet a very attractive, upmarket desirable, smartly dressed woman and she seems to respond tom flirtatious advances. I persuade her to book into this 5 * hotel with me, clearly for further developments but on arriving at our suite, she asks for black satin sheets and a bottle of Lois Roderer champagne. The...
13:34 Tue 20th May 2014
Never did enthrall you with my recurring dream, Baz!
It's really, really dull....I organise things....I see boxes or books or shoes and I have to get them in an order....then number them...and that's when I start talking and sometimes walking.
I used to wake MrG up to help me stack the boxes or whatever in size, colour weight order.
He would have to wake me up to stop me and I was always cross because he hadn't been doing his share of organising these....imaginary things...
Poor soul...he was patient.....☺
It's really, really dull....I organise things....I see boxes or books or shoes and I have to get them in an order....then number them...and that's when I start talking and sometimes walking.
I used to wake MrG up to help me stack the boxes or whatever in size, colour weight order.
He would have to wake me up to stop me and I was always cross because he hadn't been doing his share of organising these....imaginary things...
Poor soul...he was patient.....☺
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