Last night I had another one of “those” dreams. I would love to hear what Freud would say about this one:
So I am taking a shower and there is an audience. I am shaving my legs, but it is not hair (as if that makes it better). Long gooey strands of green moss are growing from my calves. Shaving the moss off is proving to be difficult because my cheap razor keeps getting clogged.
Did I mention the audience was naked? Yes, I am that sick.
Analyze that!
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