I am notorious for having celebrity dreams. Recently I have had one where I was eating pizza with Ozzy and then there was an Iggy Pop dream.

This is a true story. This dream started with the Tara Reid and I lying side by side in my bed. She threw a condom on me and she starting using her hand. Then she used her mouth. She didn't take it all the way in, she kinda just stayed on the top of it and swished her tongue around. She didn't know what she was doing but it felt great and it was wild to see the drunkard of the year down on my schwantz.

I didn't finish because I anticipated getting in that, so I then focused my efforts on her. I kinda felt like a soldier in the civil war because I went as far north and the whole way down south on her if you know what i mean. She couldn't believe the level of skill level I had achieved in my craft. She kept saying oh my god you are so good at that. I stopped briefly to take it all in, as if i knew that I was dreaming and I wanted to take a lucid mental picture of the situation. The funny thing is, I don't think Tara is all that attractive, even less of late, but maybe now that she is a drunken slob, my subconscious allows me to believe that I could actually get this broad. So, back to the dream... I continued my efforts, not leaving an area untouched for any amount of time. Then I focused my efforts on the 'little man in the boat'. I worked hard on that thing, changing speeds and doing the alphabet with my tongue.

In a matter of minutes, the most infamous nip slipper of all time gushed out, old faithful style. It went everywhere but i still kept at it. When she dried up, she said, and I remember this so clearly that its almost as if it was real, "stay right there, I'm going to go get a drink". As she got up, i reached for my blue towel that was on the side of the bed. then i woke up... I have a new respect for this ho bag and if I only stayed asleep