April 7, 2012

I was at Porto, at a party someone was giving in a small apartment. I was in the kitchen, talking to several persons I have never seen. There was a short haired caucasian guy speaking to me about an hallucinogenic drug. He told me the drug had the power to turn everything better. I told him that no drug could turn sex even better. Then a girl there looked at me asserting on what he was saying. He placed the drug in my hand, wrapped in a transparent plastic lid. I touched the opened surface of the drug with my fingertip and became immediately dizzy. I put the drug away and went in the living room. It looked cozy, with several cushioned red armchairs and a brick fireplace the same color. My brother was there, and some other persons. All of them reading or at least looking at books. It looked like the room for the shy people invited to the party. I sat on one of the armchairs beside the one my brother was sitting. I told him something with no importance just to talk. Then I saw this brazilian girl with a black t-shirt right in front of me. She pressed her chest against my face and talked to my ear: "Do you want a quicky?". It didn't take me long to react: I thought about I... and maybe about my brother for a second and said "yes". Still in intimacy, we decided we were going to my home. We were leaving...
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I woke up. It was a nice dream.