What a wringing out day. But no I'm snuggled in and counting back from 100, 99 . . . . The dream starts and instead of the final cut playing, we're sitting around a table reading from the outline and offering ideas. I speak up because I'm the guy who's going to do the sex stuff and I want to understand why I'm saying what I am. If that were you, wouldn't you want it to be clear in your mind before you said "Yes".TMI - the young daughter gets scanned but the story takes us to Mom & me being inappropriate. Now hold the phone - who's directing this dream you or me? Don't get all Christian Bale on me now - I'm perfectly OK with the daughter not being hit on, but I'm trying to get my head around what I'll be doing when the Mom rubs my body with hers - anything to make the dream better 'cause it's just a dream. OK the dream starts in 5,4,3

Hey look - it's unnamed guy with his family coming up our walk. Door opens - Hi unnamed what's goin' on? I need to know where your water line runs in to this house. Don't really know. That's OK I have this meter which locates it. But I'm not sure if it's plastic or copper? Doesn't matter - I'll be back. Oh hi, unnamed guy's wife who's rubbing against me. [checks to see if unnamed guy is able to see]. Wake up dream over. Moral: if you meter my pipe, I'll register on your wife's dudedar.

if e e cummings used this it might look like this:

if branches in the horny tree
set foot on my welcome mat
the peephole might see me
hiding from the leaves
find your own pipe, man
the leaves brush my stamen
that's not pollen
please the morning light
I got my own foliage to fondle