I drifted into dreamland, playing my little bean till orgasm. Took myself to heaven and then back. Yet here I am, wide awake, just two hours later, with all the heavenly bliss replaced by anxiety! Fuck my estranged family. They stormed my dreams, as villains.
In my dream, I sat in the backseat of my car, utterly blissful. Out of the blue, my niece—a brat with her own insecurities—sees me and starts chasing after me. I’m urging my driver to speed up, but wait! A military tank is blocking our escape!
As we scramble for an alternate route, we’re caught in a snare. Desperate, I leap from the car, seeking refuge. A stranger approaches, offering a helping hand. As we stride towards safety, I hear my mum calling from behind. Where did she come from? She seemed to materialise out of thin air!
Anxiety washes over me, dragging me from this bizarre dreamscape. Why must these folks haunt my sleep after a delightful bean-flipping session? A heavy sigh escapes my lips!