Last night I dreamed I was a man in some futuristic time, who had married a sexless alien being that I referred to only as 'my husband'. The entire dream this being was not present, I was simply apoligzing to some friends that I woudl be babysitting instead of the being because the being was busy. And then answering some of the kids questions about why I was with the being. The thing that permenated the dream was how much love I had for 'my husband'.

This is why I don't do drugs people. I am this fucked up without them.