Dreamed of Sarah again, a week or two ago.
First dream was weird, thought it might get better or continue the weird novelty.
It didn't.
Contacting her was easy, so was setup, short notice fine.
Parked up the road and walked back to her front doorless abandominium.
Not sure if my perspective changed or if the place is actually getting worse.
Went inside and the smell was horrible, asked to use the bathroom.
Turns out the water was off and the plumbing was backed up, smelled like a sports stadium portapotty, looked like someones ass exploded in the toilet, but had to pee so bad I went in the sink while gagging.
She said the landlord was supposed to fix it soon.
Had misgivings about continuing and not just running out of there, but went into her bedroom where she was getting ready and smell hadn't permeated.
Looked at Sarah and to me it seemed she'd aged 10 years from when I dreamed of her a month or two prior. To me it looks like she's 50-60 now, and her personality / attitude seems to be starting to match.
More misgivings, but being the frugal dirty pervert I am I laid down on the bed. Puppies were crying, she climbed up and tried to kiss me, I pushed her head southward instead, halfway down someone knocked on her bedroom door, she got up and yelled "I'm busy!" getting ready to open the door.
I took that as a sign.
The smell, her looks, the puppies crying, the guy that saw me walk into her place, the interruption, it finally just pushed me over so I just got up, straightened up, placed the. 50 hh agreed upon fee on the dresser, played with a couple of the puppies that wandered from behind the curtain for a moment, told her I just wasn't feeling it and had an appointment I needed to get to but thanks for her time, held my breath until I was outside again, got to my car, and gave myself a purell bath.
I won't be repeating that dream.
