I got drunk and went to sleep, and when I woke up, I was in bed with some nasty old guy. He'd apparently paid me to let him jack me off, so I went along with it, though I was confused and wondering how I'd ended up there (I'd been fighting demons just before that, in a previous dream). He then started psychoanalysing me about why I was ok with it, and then a girl who I'd known from uni came into the room (fully clothed, in the blue cardigan she usually wore). She was pretty and I'd always liked her accent, and she said she'd gotten drunk and woken up the same way too. We spooned to demonstrate how we'd woken up, swapping sides for a through examination of the situation. Then we were flying in a moth towards the Lexx, which was surrounded by a swarm of Mantrid drones, but that's yet another dream.
Here's a couple of pics of her, and an imitation of her accent that I made for Milla. The guy is someone else I knew at uni, who the girls all liked and who had a really, really hot girlfriend, a mortgage on a nice apartment and a research job that he fit in with uni somehow. He was also a really nice and outgoing guy, the bastard.
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