I slept a solid eight hours last night, after getting only two hours of sleep the night (morning) before.

Right before I woke up, I was dreaming. I can only remember the last part of the dream.

There was this attractive, tall, dark-haired guy — he was supposedly a TV star or TV producer or something. He was sitting on a couch in a big open space — it was a balcony that overlooked the lobby of an office building or hotel. I sat down on the couch next to him, and we kissed. Very deeply. He had a great tongue. It was really nice.

Then I had to go to the bathroom. So I got up, and I was in a bathroom stall — one of those large, handicapped-size stalls. I was about to pee, and then I realized that another guy had walked in behind me. Not for sex, but because he was waiting for me to finish so he could go as well. So he was standing there and I was trying to pee.

I began to pee. Then I looked down and I saw what looked like white Cheez Whiz or mayonnaise coming out of my penis. I was horrified. I quickly tried to contain it with a paper towel so the guy wouldn’t notice.

Then there was blood coming out of my penis. I kept trying to catch it in paper towels, but it wouldn’t stop. It just kept gushing. I was scared. I could feel it coming out of me — it was so real. And this guy was still standing there, so on top of being terrified I also felt embarrassed and ashamed.

Then I woke up, and I actually felt much better than I’d felt the night before. And I’ve generally been feeling much better today. Hooray for Cipro.

But that dream… ugh.

This infection wasn’t necessarily caused by sex, but still — I’ve got some psychological hangups to work on, don’t ya think?
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