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Sex makes you Invisible

Last night I dreamed that I was a man. The first part of my dream was a sex dream.

After that part, I somehow became invisible. I snuck into this big house and was hiding from the occupants. They kept finding me though because invisible does not equal silent. Also, their cats knew that I was there.

It was a really cool house, huge, three full stories, old wooden staircases, and weird little quirks. The bottom level was subterranean and pretty much unused, so I thought I could get away with reading a book down there. When the people in the house found my book, they got even more freaked out.

Finally, I had to reveal myself to to them. I told them that the house belonged to a relative of mine. I'm not sure if this was true, or if I was just trying to come up with a reason for being there.

I went home and I had a video cassette of me arguing with the owners of the house I had been in. I saw myself in the video and I looked exactly like this guy from a series on weapons that my husband has been watching. My husband pointed him out to me and said, "that guy is really creepy." So I guess I decided that's what creepy guys look like.

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