May 1, 2001
"Cigar and Tongue - A Dream"
I only remember a moment of my dream from last night and I wouldn't have
remembered that if a fantasy hadn't reminded me.
In the dream I saw a woman smoking a small cigar. I wasn't her slave or
anything. I just remember seeing it. I think we may have been in a hallway. I
went to her and stood before her. I think she may have ordered me to open my
mouth. Either way, I did so. She rubbed off her built-up ash on my tongue.