I’m more tired from dreaming than from life.
Last night there were three concentric circles in the floor. They moved in opposite directions (alternating, of course). Each circle was an entrance to another world/dimension/place and you had to pretty deftly skip over the ones you didn’t want to visit.
Last night I was a young, gay, black man-maybe 15 years old. I was trying to have a sexual encounter with another such man but when he went for it I had a vagina.It was very disconcerting and really illustrated the emotional difficulties of persons with gender identification problems.
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