Dreams of Europe are resurfacing. I dont know why. They just started reappearing. Earlier this week it was Vanessa. Something about our secret pact. Today it was Josephine. That excruciating ride home. Then that weird ritual after showering.

The dream was accurate. That car ride was excruciating. The five of us in the backseat. Perspiring like crazy. No air conditioning. Our limp bodies plastered together. The smell was ripe. Not the girls. The boys. They smelled something awful. Josephine was funny. She kept mouthing off. Cracking jokes. She made the ride bearable.

We cooled off in the shower. Then we had sex. But first she cleaned me out. She gave me several enemas. Warm champagne enemas. She was really into anal sex. Then she filled my ass with chocolate. Little novelty chocolate bullets. It was a weird experience. It took me back to my childhood. Mom used to do that to us. Stuff greasy suppositories up our butt. But only because we had a fever.

There was more to the dream. But I cant remember. The reality was more interesting. Bizarre. Filled with firsts. I was way more open back then. Or maybe way more reckless.