the lowest of dips

Often when I talk to Penn, then he'll infiltrate my dreams. Last night I had one where I was at a P&T show and was with two friends I'd promised to introduce to him. The two of them have no connection. No clue why it was them. After the show there's a huge line waiting to talk to him. He sees me and kisses me and dips me, so low that I end up lying on the floor. He helps me up. Then he grabs my hand and whisks me into a back room and shuts the door. There are several women there, like 8 or so. There are leather benches and couches. And each woman has a bunch of props in front of her. Penn tells us that we need to, one by one, choose one of our props and tell him what we want to do to him with it, and then do that thing...in front of everyone else. I want to be GGG, but I'm so not down with this group play. And this is exactly how I'd feel in real life. Go, dream me! That's all I remember. I don't remember if I did it or not.

but where's Crazy Eyes?

I had a dream the other night that seemed to go on all night, and in it I was a prisoner, in a women's prison. It was very Orange Is The New Black, because that's all I know about women's prisons. But most of it seemed to take place with us prisoners being transported from one place to another. We were on a bus. And at one point, me and another prisoner decided to make a break for it and just ran away. We weren't chained or anything. But I was wondering what we'd do since now we'd have to abandon our identities, etc.

I'm not sure if I feel like I am imprisoned or if I should be.