They have to be very similar to me though in order for it all not being gay.

I think if you have sex with an exact copy of yourself, it's called exponentiosexual.

Googled it like a sucker.

Just remembered a dream last night (or this morning) involving a shady character who everyone referred to as The Toadfather. I don't remember much. Just.. the Toadfather. (It was unclear as to whether or not he was in fact a toad. But he had many toadlike attributes. He had a bulbous toadlike head and wore a 1940s suit. I think this means that I follow too many pet toad and frog related blogs on tumblr.)

Dreamed I was lying upside down in my old bed (in Texas) with a beautiful and enormous pale grey lion.

Then at some other point in the night I dreamed of my ex-best-friend. She had locked herself in her bedroom because her house (specifically, all of the closets) was haunted by a little girl and it had become intolerable. I investigated each one, and found that one of them-- the largest one, in her parents' bedroom I believe--really, truly did feel absolutely awful; there was no obvious reason for it. Upon stepping inside you'd become nearly paralyzed by nausea and sorrow and a terrible feeling of encroaching dread. I was certain that it was being haunted by a young girl who had been murdered in a closet, and was lingering in this one as a result. (..as opposed to the house/closet she'd actually been murdered in.) In my head I began seeing the image of a large, brown two-story house that was located in Thibodaux, Louisiana. I knew that I had to go there, as that's where she had been murdered. I informed my friend of this, but she was stubbornly refusing to hear me, and said that she had to focus on her new, special diet right now (when we were young, her parents often forced her to go on various fad diets) and that I was not helping. She was sitting on the kitchen floor sipping hot water out of a mug. When it burned her tongue, she feebly threw the mug against the floor and began to cry quietly. "I have to go eat my two avocado slices now," she said. She was allowed two avocado slices per meal.

Bad dreams that didn’t seem to have any narrative. As soon as I would nod off my brain would become like a grindcore song and it would wake me up.

I dreamt Onision was my sugar daddy and i was trying to sneak in some drugs behind his back.

*onii-chan

I sure hope Onii chan doesnt tie me up in his basement for being naughty. :love:

Speaking of onii-chan, you should absolutely watch this. It's delightful, horrifying, and you won't be able to figure out how it was even made, let alone aired on TV.

https://kissanime.ac/Search/?s=oreimo