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  • There's one thing I could never tell you. Now, it seems so long ago and we've had so many talks. I never told you that I used to have sex with you in my dreams. Frequently. Then, I would sit in your class and watch you. I felt so well received, like we got each other in a way that doesn't happen very often. I could sometimes complete your thought before you had the chance to finish speaking.

    Years later, I read in a dream book - a dictionary of sorts - about the explanation of common dreams and the symbolism they contained. Like I learned that a house is really about self. And that finding treasure meant something good was coming. I learned that although I had sex with you in my dreams, I didn't really want to have sex with you. That dream meant I admired you.

    Reality distorted. Dreams are like funhouse mirrors. My dream meant that I wanted to be like you. I'm not so sure I like that explanation better than the sex.

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