coracaskia's post about bad dreams has just reminded me that I had an absolutely awful one last night. I dreamt I got drunk and shagged Stef's brother. I was *incredibly* glad to wake up and realise that my hazy memory of the event was not because I'd been pissed out my head and had lapses in recall, but because I had been dreaming and it had not, in fact, happened.
Nasty.
*shiver*
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