DREAM TWENTY-FIVE

Last weekend I had a dream that I was at the gynecologist.  I was wearing the backwards printed smock and had my legs in the stirrups and all that when I realized my doctor was my 4th grade crush.  He wasn't a kid anymore, you sick bastard, he was a man.  And by that I mean he was a MAN.  And as he penetrated me, I remember thinking to myself, "I don't think this is supposed to happen...?" 

I wasn't mad about it though.