two big breasts and the backstreet boys.

I just dreamt that I had two big breasts and was in the backstreet boys singing back up. Nice round breasts and BIG. I then saw cera walk by me and I chased her but couldn’t catch her. Instead, I ran into a woman all covered up with a long black coat and dark shades standing over an aluminum garbage can. Turns around. It was Julie. Looking good-fresh. BOOM BOOM BOOM. Awake. SHIT. Skinny girl that lives above me wakes me up with her pounding as she walks. Does it on purpose. Unless she is always angry. I would fall through the fucking roof if it was based on anger. MARCHING-AFRAID-MUSHROOMS-TORN-NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO OR WHO TO DO. Eeriness turned into a soothing calm. OH OH-craziness again-SUSPENSE-DARK ALLEYS-RAIN-I’m in a funeral-a casket-paying last respects. If ANY. CALMNESS AGAIN. WHAT’S NEXT? The monster is asleep. Here she comes. POUNDING-CHAOS-LIFE GOING SIDEWAYS-WAKE UP-YOU’RE SAFE-FUCK OFF-I’M GETTING RIPPED APART. By whom?
Just got off the phone with some collection agent from Guyana. She sounded older. Haven’t seen her in my life. After conversation-JERKED OFF. TO WHO OR WHAT? OUT OF CONTROL. My day can now begin. Should I tell her when I see her that I jerked off and blew my load all over my hand envisioning her? Do women find that to be a compliment? They should. Ultimate compliment. All barriers down. Nobody to show off to and I’m thinking of you while I stroke…you’re welcome.
My fucking tape deck is bugging me again. Crackling. Unless you’re eating sugar pops you don’t want shit to be crackling. It crackles only when beautiful soothing music is on. WHY? WHO IN THIS WORLD OR ANY OTHER DOES NOT WANT ME TO BE CALM? ME?
FUCK.