I've been having these strange dreams lately. You know how dreams are, the whole world seems to be contained in them, the answer to everything, the key to life itself...
...if only you could understand the vague symbols and clues. If only...
Well, one morning after having yet another series of these dreams tormenting me with their vague clues, I went out and bought a book on Dream Interpretation.
And I cannot begin to tell you the flood of relief that washed over and through me and out of me (one of those must fit the use of the word flood).
For there it was: my vague, vague, seamingly meaingless and indescipherable symbols of a pair of breasts and a vagina actually means I have a deeply subconscious longing for geometric shapes.
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