I
had this dream lots of times when I was a teenager, when I
was at college, and a bit later. The dream was of a great
big, enclosed man-made space, a bit like a swimming pool.
I’d be walking along a suspended pathway which snaked
around in the air, a bit like a flume, but straighter than
that. And this pathway was a slender catwalk. On this
catwalk there were women in front of me and women behind
me. As I was walking along I’d be looking at the woman in
front and thinking, ‘we’re all too skinny’. Then I’d feel
my behind and think ‘Wow. It’s massive’. I’d think ‘Yeah,
that’s nice, that’s lovely. Give that a wobble!’ Beneath
the catwalk was a sheer drop. There were women in front of
me and women behind. So I had to keep my place on the
catwalk. There was nothing I could do but keep on walking.
I just felt so trapped. But I did enjoy the feel of my
bottom.
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