My girlfriend and I are at a restaurant with our friends, a lesbian couple. I try to act nonchalant, but can’t help imagining them together. The woman seated next to me has a large afro, white-pancake makeup and a red circle painted around her right eye like a circus clown. We kid and banter with them. They get up to go to the bathroom together but return immediately, complaining that it is locked. "That’s nice," I say. "They sell you all these drinks and then lock the bathroom!" I want to tell them about a dream I’ve had recently that they were both in. It is written down in my wallet. I reach back for it but find only my leatherman tool.
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #86
Leatherman Tool
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