Dream

I have sold the family home, packed up all my belongings in a large Winnebago ( which is much larger on the inside, than on the outside) and I am travelling around Australia, alone. I have arrived in Adelaide and I am staying at a caravan park there. It is night time and I am walking around the park and I meet you, Martina. You are staying in the park as well. We are both excited to see each other. We are sitting in my Winnebago chatting and catching up. We aren't discussing dreams. I invite you to spend the night with me, in my bed, I tell you that I want to make love to you. You say yes. We undress and get into bed. We are making love and I ask you; should I be wearing protection? You say yes. I have a packet of condoms in my suitcase but rummaging through my suitcase I can't find them. I search a sports bag and think I have them but it is something else. I am searching through drawers and boxes. We discuss other options. We even discuss the possibility of us having children together. Suddenly the mood turns sombre as you announce that you want to sell dreamcubator and you want to cut your work back to 1 or 2 days a week.

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