Spam dreams

No I don't dream of canned meat. I do on occasion eat some corned beef hash but that's another post entirely.

I got some spam asking me if I wanted the, "Rolex watch you've always dreamed of."

Do you dream about watches? I don't.

When you dream about watches do you see the brand name?

I don't dream about stuff like that. I don't dream about things.

I have scary dreams. Scary for me and I'm sure more scary for you to hear about them. So stop reading this. Don't read anymore. Really quit it.

OK so sorry to disappoint as my dreams are pretty standard. When I'm anxious I dream about being around a lot of people in a class room setting where I am seated and completely naked (you think that will get as many hits as 15 mentions or "porno"?) and nobody seems to notice that they all have clothes and I don't. Sometimes something good happens and I turn up with a robe or something equally silly to wear (I won't do details about what I might be wearing here, really neither you or I want that, now do we?)

Boring I know. But I fucking warned you not to keep reading, didn't I?

When I have good dreams they usually involve flying around familiar places or the ability to control time. Sometimes very rarely I get control of my dreams and then I either do something really stupid -- the usual I'll get to that in a moment -- or I change the location to something really exotic like Kings Island amusement park in Ohio and fly around there.

If I do something really stupid when I have control I make a nightmare out of it really quickly and really the most scary things to have happen happen like being impaled on a very large candy cane like spike.

I told you to stop reading. I did.