That unfamiliar punting dream..
Last night i’ve made the strangest dream, an odd nightmare, punting related, for wich i have vivid memory.
It went like this:
I’m going to a chinese hair salon, rather small shop, close to my home, i think.
As i am sitting waiting, i see in front of me a girl naked with attached hair, straight fckin wildely another customer.
Hell yeah! i want that service too! I stand up to the shop manager or main hair dresser to ask for it.
I don't know what he said, but it was a acknowledgement i’d also get that.
He leads me to a side door or secret door, and there’s a spectacular entrance, with bling-bling luxury decoration and huge marble stairs.
But now i am in a classy courtyard with dozens of girls standing, fancy dressed waiting to be picked up,
I don’t remember their faces but i just know they are all beautiful, I’m the lone customer.
There that girl now sitting on a stone bench sending me suggestive looks, as i approach her, this mysterious beauty chinese girl transformed into a blond girl, She’s a russian, for sure.
Her face is not blurred, crystal clear details but i never saw her before.
Whatever she said to me, i'm confused, i look around to see where my first choice went but i don't find her. I agree to pick her but i stall, i walk away pretending i’m coming back right after.
But my mind was set on chosing chinese girls. I look around and now the courtyard is filled with other bros picking up girls, the only one left are the [russian] girls.
I decide i’ll just wait for the next batch available and head out the courtyard.
I’m now in a rather dark corridor, with a reception desk on the side.
It is stacked with other bros waiting their turn to enter. I guess i’ll come back later.
The way out is a metallic portail kind like an XIXth century prison gate or cemetery doorway.
Hundreds of men extend the waiting line outside . I see police trucks approaching, LE’s coming to raid.
An old friend i can’t picture say to me let’s go, as i proceed, i’m still upset about my procrastination and i might have said something like “wait a little”, looked back to see if that queue [magically] vanished.
Well apparently not, and as I turn my head i see 2 huge police officers. I play innocent, saying “excuse me, i was about to go out”, tryna force my way, for which they reply “stop right there and show us ur ID” fck!
My buddy is out of the picture, he is very upset against me tho.
Outside i spot my S.O wundering, i’m next to her on the huge crowded sidewalk, she asks me what did you do?.
Inside the original hair salon and i reply “see i just came here to cut my hair”..
What happen next is a mystery, time to wake up from that dreamy nightmare, suggestive, revelling, WTF...
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