It's only right that you should play the way you feel it . . .
The mind is a strange and curious thing. Funny, isn't it, how it often scoops up the stray experiences and thoughts of a day and weaves them into an elaborate narrative in the night. Sometimes bizarre, sometimes scary, sometimes funny, sometimes - well, sometimes they make you pop right up in bed, don't they?
You truckbuddies recall that post I made the other day about my very infrequent, um, thoughts about women. And then I had the strangest dream. You wouldn't believe me if I told you; but I think it only right that I draw the veil of modesty over a scene that would never, ever have occurred to me in my waking moments.
Man, I can hardly explain late last evening. Oh brother, a magical adventure.
Let the reader understand.
Don't even ask me to explain that one. Sometimes I amaze myself, you know? Grin.
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