#jfc neuropathic pain does something to a guy stfg
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So last night I woke up at like 4 am because neuropathy decided to be the monster of the week and went back to bed only to have a batshit dream.
In said dream, my partner and I are hanging out in bed together in what looks like my old apartment building when I lived in Milwaukee (my partner has never lived there, we live thousands of miles away in goddamn California). We say goodnight and go to bed.
We wake up some time later in this dimly lit room with decor I can only describe as those kitschy floral patterns from the 80s or 90s that your grandma definitely still has on hand and decided to theme her whole house to. We look at each other because we're like "what the fuck kind of 90s mindfuck movie did we just end up in). The room's big, bigger than our in-dream apartment and our real life apartment, but it's just a big fuck off room that's mostly empty aside from some wooden cabinets and a nook that leads into the bathroom. It's definitely some kind of hotel room.
We check out the cabinets because of course, check the cabinets in the silly goofy grandma room. There's just going to be towels and shit like a normal hotel room. Nothing weird about that.
In every single one of these cabinets is like 50+ clay sculptures very obviously made by different artists of differing skill levels. Some are painted, some aren't, hell I don't think some of them were even kiln fired or anything they were still malleable. There's a whole cabinet just dedicated to dragons, another dedicated to some other creature that I can't think of off the top of my head. Partner and I are like, "What in the actual fuck?"
After this surprise artshow lingering in our mystery room cabinets we go outside to see what the fuck is up.
I just see the big bold HILTON logo slammed right into some glass in front of our door. There's a big fuck off hotel lobby not far from our room that has a massive shopping center with a decent amount of people scouring its goods.
You want to know the the goods were?
Lingerie.
Heaps and heaps of lingerie of all types, all materials, I swear that every possible lingerie was in the middle of this fucking lobby/shopping center. The further we went, we found more shit you'd definitely find at your local sex shop, but imagine the sex shop was Apple Store white and sterile. Partner and I are just having a giggle because we have the humor of fifth graders as we're just looking at the lingerie, at the sex toys, but we're also confused laughing because I suspect most people don't go to bed and wake up in a Sex Hotel.
We wake up again in dream in our normal room. We chat and find out we had the same dream, so we're like "lol ok that's weird but it's only a dream" and decide to watch some TV.
Outside of the dreamscape we've been watching a lot of Star Trek, especially a lot of The Next Generation, so of course dreamscape us are partaking in our daily dose of TGN.
You want to take a fucking guess where the away team ends up in the dreamscape episode?
It's the Sex Hotel. The-- the fucking SEX HOTEL!
And I can only recall one member of the away team being in the hotel in this dreamscape episode:
Riker, the biggest slut on the USS Enterprise.
Of course he's thrown into Sex Hotel, of course he's the goddamn one uncovering shit, being regarded by staff and guests as the Main Slut™. He just keeps getting thrown in situations, even more than my partner and I witnessed.
In the end, the Sex Hotel episode ended in an orgy, a feature my partner and I didn't unlock in our experience. That was why it was sex themed in the first place -- the Big Orgy, sponsored by Hilton.
And then I woke up for real. My partner said to post this because idk what else to do with this information other than take their suggestion and make it everybody else's problem.
#dreams#weird dreams#star trek#star trek the next generation#jfc neuropathic pain does something to a guy stfg
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