They're monitoring my subconscious masochist

bringing it closer to the surface so its easily pervertible.

One where I was lying on my bed outside of Cloyne in the sun in the street on the corner of Le Roy and Ridge. There was a bridge inside of bus like poles on a jungle gym or a bunk and JP was tall enough to reach the top and pull the curtain across. Amy walked up the street and asked me to come inside. This is part of a series in which I like to believe I'm part of some one else's dreams.

Also, Adena told me she dreamt about belly dancing earlier this week. I think it was monday night that I went to the tennis courts to dance. I took off my sweatshirt to keep my computer dry. I ended up belly dancing in a bra and sweatpants. Not a coincidence.