Serena might have something going on with this no drinking idea. I had another sex dream.
Now I am certain that almost everyone dreams about sex. Probably every night, several times a night. When I am sober, however, I remember them. I would add I attach no importance to dreams. When we lived in an apartment in Mexico City, our cats could not go outside the apartment (though one particularly clever one managed, but came back rapidly), while the apartment was quite large, a half penthouse. When we bought a house in Texas, the cats got outside for the first time in years. They circled the house, each time a little further out. That is what dreams are. Your brain tells you to read this, to not fall off your chair. Dreams are this. Your brain needs to rest.
There were several nude blondes sitting in a circle. Two went to the middle and had sex. When they finished, they rose, and took to other girls into the circle, and they the four woman would each bring another girl into the circle, until,, they were all having sex. This is called a snowball, a famous American sock hop dance. Though it is dancing, not a lesbian orgy. I did not have a part, there were no men, I did not recognize any of the women.
I was real hot when I woke up in the middle of the night. I felt around my bed for girls, and then remembered that Aisha and Serena were reading Sappho to each other that night.
I decided it was a good theme. A few lesbian porn scenes, and then I went back to sleep.
