Saturday, June 03, 2006

feeling sick

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:

"Dr. Aspheyle".

'Figures', I though to myself.


Lx said...

pressed INTO your arse?

Rachel said...

Into? On to? How about against my ass? That better? I'm not talking rectum here.

Rectum? Damn near killed em.