Alright. So the dream starts out normally--it'll be a dream about something else. But then suddenly I'm on this table--not an operating table or anything like that. It's like--I'm Prince. My Sylveon. Only it's my head on his body. And then Prince is there but it's his head on my body and he has a hairdryer.
Anyway, the worst part is Prince has this terrifying deep voice and he starts combing me and blowing the hairdryer in my face. I can never make out what he's saying.
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[His brows knit again.]
Now I am remembering a different dream. I had it a while back. Before the prom even.
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Oh?
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[Lust pauses. She's not even sure how to begin looking this up. Maybe the hairdryer?]
That is a strange one. Had you had any of your tea before you went to bed?
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[Henry, that's not helpful.]
Anyway, the worst part is Prince has this terrifying deep voice and he starts combing me and blowing the hairdryer in my face. I can never make out what he's saying.
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I...Henry I don't even know where to start. That does sound terrifying, though.
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I can wait.