A true story, involving my penis

I had this strange dream. A woman asked me to pick up this ladder for her. Being a generous chap, I smiled and complied with her request.

The ladder had a blanket over it, and as I reached down to pick it up, it enveloped me. I struggled but much to my distress, I could hardly move, and my efforts did not help me to escape.

I became aware that there was a creature under the blanket with me. The woman had started to laugh, maniacally, and the creature began to take small bites out of my skin. It did not hurt, but I was terrified of this terrible claustrophobic fate that was befalling me.

Suddenly I grabbed my penis (in real life) and squeezed so hard the pain of it woke me up.

Like seriously, wtf? Was this my body’s only feasible contingency plan for waking me from a scary dream?

Worst is that now I’m scared to sleep. My manhood can’t handle anymore dreams like that!

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