OK, how on earth do I even explain this.. In my dream I was a Maleficent type character (with the dress and horns and all), except I lived somewhere like Cleveland and I was somehow indirectly responsible/involved with the widespread use and necessity of these particular types of prosthetic penises?? Or penis sheaths, rather? I have no clue how or why I was involved with their sudden ubiquitous-ness but it was heavily implied that it was my fault. My ex was there, and he was sick with a cold, but nonetheless he decided that it was Time for Sex (I was just there visiting his cats and doing regular Maleficent-type things) and threw on his Penis Sheath™, all raring to go, but I left since I urgently needed to go to the store. At the store I was trapped by the cashier lady and some man for at LEAST an hour in dream-time-- they were going on and on about some elusive and strange lasagna recipe which belonged to the cashier that the man kept asking for, and she finally gave it to him (she listed each step while he wrote it down; this took an eternity) and it sounded vile and not at all like anything resembling lasagna but anywho, the only other thing I remember is being at a city park by a lake.
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