So yes, another weird dream...but this one was about my foster sister and her fiance trying to kill her. From what I remember, she was dressed in a very simple wedding gown (and looking very beautiful) and came to me for protection. I had a couple of friends come over and armed them with guns on the night he threatened to complete this murderous task. When he approached my friends and I created a diversion so that she may escape and get to a safe place. However, she refused to go. As I can get some sort of epiphany's from this, I would like other insights as well.
On another note....completely humorous....I have been wondering why it is that when I have to go to the bathroom in regards to bowels, I more than not have to fart before I have to sit down. That being said, as soon as I sit down, my head (more importantly the height of my nose) is directly in the ground zero of my flatulence. And being that once I begin the ever so delightful experience of going number two, there is absolutely no way to pinch it off to escape the aroma of my little mishap which occurred before I sat down! So there I am left to suffer with not only the stink I am creating in the porcelain bowl, but the stink in which I had initiated before I sat down! Why is it that after 43 years of (naturally) performing this daily routine, I have not been able to consciously recognize what I am about to do to myself? I do not have any problems with the sphincter and I could easily pinch (the flatulence) for the three seconds it will take me to place my hiney on the throne. Hmmmm.......maybe I really like the aroma of my own gasses more so than the pungent smells of my dropping? Could be, but I doubt it!
Thanks for sharing, lmao
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