My Dream Stripper
jackslash
Detroit strip clubs
Then she exclaimed, "My boyfriend is here!" She pointed out a tall, young blond guy sitting at a table not far from us. She then said, "I've never done this before." But she continued to make out brazenly with me.
After a few minutes, I became worried and said, "Your boyfriend is pretty big. I think we should stop." She agreed, and then left me to sit with the boyfriend. And soon they disappeared.
I realized I had not paid her, and thought that the boyfriend would attack me when I left the club.
When I walked out, I kept looking around for the stripper and her boyfriend. I was on foot, and I decided to run if I saw them. I did not have my Glock pistol with me. I was in some city with public transportation, and I saw a line of people hurrying for the train or subway. To get to the station I had to climb down a steep ladder that was very rickety and dangerous.
And that's all that I remember of my dream stripper. My dreams are often Kafaesque. Strange, menacing, frustrating dreams with an importance I don't understand.
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"To get to the station I had to climb down a steep ladder that was very rickety and dangerous."
Jack -- that wasn't a dream. That's Detroit public transportation.
jackslash, it's all brilliant unless you wake up as a giant bug! Waking up as a giant bug = not brilliant!