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 The following is from an email sent to a friend, about a dream I had.  The
dream, the friend, the email, it's all true- I have only changed the
beginning, to catch the reader up with a previous email that described what
you now see as the first paragraph.  Unlike a story, I haven't even changed
the wording to make it sound better, or even correct spelling.  Peek now
into my private life:

   The dream was I was driving in my mom's car, and that red car full of
guys was chasing me, honking.  But then there was these police lights, and
the red car sped off, and I got pulled over!  I was sooo relieved to see
the police officer was you!  You leaned against my window and asked me to
step out, and I thought, but, it's me hon!  And it's really busy and
dangerous where we've pulled over!

   You asked me if I was drinking, and I said, no, don't you recognize me?
and you didn't.  You asked for my Identification, and I figured for sure
you'd know me then, but you didn't then you asked me to step into the light
of the headlights, and then follow your finger, and I was like, I'm soooo
not drunk!  so I'm following your finger, and you moved left, then right,
then up, then up, then up, and I was like, he'd have to be ten feet tall to
have his finger that high, but then your finger disappeared and I looked
back and you were there, in uniform smiling.

   You said, Let me have your purse please, so I was like, OK, OK whatever.
then you said really calmly and your shirt, so I took it off, then it was
my bra, then pants, then panties, and last was my shoes.  All the while I
was like, whatever, no big deal, hurry this up,,

   Then you said ok miss Im going to ask you to walk this line, and so I
lined up on the middle lines, and all these cars are going by me, honking,
and Im like, don't honk at me, he's the reason Im in the road!  I walked
just fine, so yu said, ok now back the other way on your hands and knees,
and I was like what?  and then I realized I was nude.

   I started running but the asphalt got super sticky and I could barely
get my feet unstuck each time I touched it, and I was sweating, almost
crying, breathing hard, scared, and totally delirious with arousal.  I
heard you say, You can't remember why your in the road, and I screamed NO!
STOP it!  and you said stop what?  ANd I said I know what's going on!  And
I was like ten steps to my car.  You said, You can't remember why you're
here or where you are.

   I looked over my shoulder, and saw you, and then my car, and then that I
was nude, and I was like OH CRUD!  and I started running again, and you
said You can't remember why and I yelled NO STOP and you said you can't
remember which car is yours.

   I finally got to the car and it took like forever, totally out of
breath, sweaty.  You opened the car door, and I got in your car, thinking
it was mine.  You said you can't remember,(something) and I said what?

   You said step out of the car please, so I did.  (Suddenly everything was
calm, Ok, except confused.)You said what's your name?  I totally said
Bambi. You said Bambi I'm going to have to give you a ticket.  You have no
I.D.  or anything, and I said, Yes, I'm sorry.  and I started bawling like
real tears.  I even fell down I was so upset.  You said, do you have a
place to stay?  I said, no, I don't even know where I am, and you said, I
could stay with you, and I was like, ohmygod thank you, and you let me in
your car, and I was like, God I might even get lucky with this total stud,
and I remember saying, what's your name sir?  and you said, well, you can
just call me Sir, ok?  and I said, Yes Sir.  and I was like, God this is so
kewl, but I was totally mislead, and I knew it in the dream, and I woke up,
my nightgown off and totally freaked and spent an hour in the bathtub!  So
there it is, my dream.  Please tell me what you think it means.

   That's the dream and the email.  If you were in a red sportscar
convertible following a blonde woman that was driving with no top on, look,
following her down every off ramp shouting what you want to do sexually
like love starved baboons is not a great way to make your play, ok?