I dreamt of seeing the lanky villain. It was in the northern shire. It was in a large stone room. I am not sure wich one it represented. The year was ending. Some people were pasisng by. I told him to fuck off and he was crushed. It was very gratifying. It possibly comes from reading about an American woman who defected on her boss’ desk. This wicked anal retenvit cunt wa sina plain nlue suit.
Then I drreamt of Charels Sturdy. He had messed up by sayinf somerthing foolish to Geraldine of the Jungle’s pupils. Twas just adfore term was due to commence. He was remorseful. He had fouled the sootuaiton for her wife. She was miffed. His hair was ilvering. He wore a bleu suit and his sppecs.
I dreamt of a Frenchman. He was middle aged, slim and good looing. like Mark Strong only not so beefy. Saw him in the newspaper. he is not French theough.
He invited me to bone his wife. His wife was 40 or so with light brown hair – she was shapely but not perfect. she was firgvabl middled age din form. probably meant to bethat americna sdecrrayt I saw in the Union the other morning ina tight dress and heels – heavily made up fo the morn. she realy got my periscipe rising. I binked her. then he sugested a thteesome. I was up for it.