Dreamed I had made it through the mountains on foot and reached some exclusive vacation destination by myself. Others were there, but not alone. So I returned to retrieve the wife, whom I had to leave at the point where the crossing had become perilous: small platforms hung by ropes over a thousand-foot drop to the ocean, and the challenge was to make it from one to the next with your physically-less capable partner. I thought maybe the safest way was to secure the line to one tied to a basket, swing her across, then have her help with my turn; considering how many of times we’d have to do this, I wondered why no one thought of just building a bridge. With the assistance of a man the impressive size of Gerard Butler, this film ended, the damsel saved and the couple together; after the titles, it returned to the moment they split up, and she was left helpless and naked, alone on a pier. She fainted and her attractive figure laid there in public. An older inspector, also unclothed, for this was a pre-industrial society, came by and retrieved her to keep her for himself and his Gerard Butler-like penis, but when she came to in his small home, she thanked them and left with some supplies on her back, and sunglasses, to set off on her own. The name of the movie changed to “Little Miss Avenue Nonsense” (it was sense before, and had road or smaller street) to celebrate her self-reliance.
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So, if in my dreams I am a rapist, do criminals lead law-abiding lives in their sleep?
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