Balls and Walnuts
more than you ever wanted to know
Again with the dreams
It’s our wedding day, only it’s a special wedding day. Not only am I marrying Karen, but I’m also marrying the gal who married my college roommate, Roger. Which would never happen in real life, since that woman (from what I could tell after a few minutes’ exposure to her and her family) was prudish and cold. And tall and blonde. Not my type. But hey, we’re talking dreams, right?
So, yes, it’s a double marriage, meaning I’m getting a two-fer here. My most pressing concern is, with whom will I spend the wedding night? Because no way no how is the Ice Queen gonna go for a threesome.
After the ceremony, they both manage to get me alone and both are flashing their nubile li’l boobs at me. Oh, the conflict. Whatever will I do? (And why can’t my problems in real life be so angst-provoking?) But I don’t have to worry for long, since in the midst of an embrace the Ice Queen discovers I’ve been dying my hair, and that I’m much older than she thought I was.
Seems the dream machine put me back in time with a 20-something Karen and a 20-something Ice Queen, but failed to put me into an age-appropriate Doug-body. Or something like that. And now the Ice Queen is screaming bloody murder about getting tricked into marriage, and I’m wondering: if we’ve only been married a matter of hours, will she still get half my property in the divorce settlement?
Or would it be a third?
And wouldn’t you know it, I wake up before I even get the chance to consummate the marriage with Karen. Typical.
D.
You have better dreams than I do. I have never had a dream where anything remotely approaching a threesome has been in the offing.
I’d have done the IQ in my dream if I could.