I've yet to mention this, but if I ave a dream invoving contact, it isn't pretty and I wake up uncomfortable and confused.
Everything was covered in a thick layer of dirt. Not just my ball, the whole world. Everything was ruined, people picked through garbage looking for what the fuck ever. Cars were toilets or crude living areas, perhaps even both. You get the idea--collapse of our society.
The dirt wouldn't leave my balls, I was infuriated, so I clawed the lumps of hardened earth off of them. This removed a portion of my fingernails, so with bloodied hands, I went outside and juggled with my balls in their less-than-grim condition.
Expression had been outlawed, or something, because men in uniforms came and shot me down with non-lethal weaponry.
That's all I can remember, really.
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