chaspat

Dreamt I met a dude (or were there two?), half an old chump, half a celebrity, who invited me up to two girls for celebrating the birthday to one of them. I joined, and as it happens it was my birthday as well. And i told them, cheering with my arms. We ate pizza. I awoke. Her name was Birgitte. She was light african. There was no sexual tension. Life went by as we compared our dispositions. We would have never been able to stop it anyway. And if we did, what then? Would've made no sense. Life is what goes by. We are spectators of our own assimilation.