2024
...rather than D'Arbanville, obviously, as i have no-one to wake up to inth morning anyway (cue the floods of sympathy, from the ever-so-presumed, ever-so-hopeful (or even the beautiful eh) ones) - even though one is quite satisfied with one's lot, dahlings - and as is, often rather wisely, said, 'if it ain't broke don't fix it' after all eh) ...
In dream snippet one i was stood next to an outside wall with a female whose countenance i have never encountered before (which is not unusual btw - far from it actually - naughty boy Terry, naughty boy lolz) - she kept snuggling up to me lovingly, and looking up into my eyes, almost pleadingly actually (lay it on thick Terry, lay it on thick why doncha lolz) as if to ask, 'please give me your permission to do so' (oh yes, that sets the scene rather personally advantageously wonderfully, so it does lolz) - anyway, within the final scene i was seemingly laying on an outside sofa (positioned onth lawn, seemingly) looking directly inth direction of my still besotted female companion (who was still leaning against same wall btw), whereby i was repeatedly (and somewhat playfully(???) / light-heartedly(???)) partially blocking out her face, with both my hands, until i finally did so completely...
In dream snippet two, i passed by Boris who had seemingly been roughed up, as he had small cuts and bruises on his face - and then in the next scene, as he passed by once again, twas obvious that he had been very severely beaten up indeed (with severe bruising, swelling, and disfigurement of his face), and was looking very downcast indeed - and in the final scene, as he passed by yet again, with the hint of a reassured smile, his face was almost (and on the way to being) fully healed...