One of the guys from cloyne was rubbing along my temple. The one who modeled the cloyne underwear. Who looks really familiar. He thought I would make a good model. I was really embarrased and blushing and acting dumb. Another one, Taylor maybe, was sitting on a bench (this is all in the dining room) shaking his head. I was a little upset. But I still couldn't believe the they wanted me. Then I realized they wanted to star me in a porn film. I think in the dream i didn't mind. I was still flattered. Oh. Oh dear.
Something about a macy's parking lot.
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