dream

I ended up in a communal changing room, wandering around, trying to find a free shower. Or one not under construction. You were there too, except I think you were called Simon. We chatted, and I finally gave up my efforts to cover myself with the slightly-too-small-for-me towel and got comfortable being dream-naked too... at which point you giggled affectionately at what you called my 'cute, granddad ass'.

I woke up feeling... unencouraged.

My subconscious is not my cheerleader.