Last night I dreamt I was sick. I went to see a doctor I had never seen before. He examined me. He told me I would probably need surgery. I was weak but he helped me to stand. I leaned on him for balance while he put drops in my eyes for my heart (?). I was suddenly so tired and felt so sick I just let him hold me up. I put my head on his shoulder. I could feel one of his hands pressed into my ass but I didn't care. It didn't matter, as long as I had someone to hold me up.
Apparently even in my dreams I have a 14 year old boy's sense of humour. When I left the office, I looked back and there was a sign on the door with his name:
'Figures', I though to myself.