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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Teflon Billy" data-source="post: 356816" data-attributes="member: 264">I had this dream about 3 months ago when I first started dating my current Paramour (don't worry, it's clean)<img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> She is an artist by trade and incredibly "handy" around the house (I was amazed when she remodeled her entire bathroom, fixtures and all, without the aid of a plumber). Anyway, on to the dream.I went over to her house and walked around back into her garden, piled up out there were all of her mechanical posessions: Her car, her kitchen apliances, her pinball machine, her microwave and assorted other mechanical detritus...all in a state of, as the french say (maybe) dissassemblage.She looked up at me with grease on her face and coveralls on her back and said simply "check it out", and pointed to what she had been working on. It was some kind of immense "Junk Robot".I hugged her and told her how cool a sculpture it was. She shook her head and said I had missed the point entirely. It wasn't sculpture, it was transportation. She led me around back of it and showed me how to get inside.The inside was apparently taken whole cloth from her car as it was indistiguishable from the interior of a 1982 sunbird.She got in the drivers seat and called the robot a bunch of foul names as it's engine refused to turn over, then hooted in delight as it finally "caught".We kissed a bit at this point<img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />...it was nice.As I looked out the windshield (the chest) of the robot, the view of the world around me was from about 15 feet in the air. As she "drove" (walked?) it, it lurched maybe another ten or so feet up and down every time the legs moved. The view reminded me a lot of a ride at the fair, and I suspect that's where my brain got the imagery.As we drove up Commercial Drive (the main thouroughfare in my Girlfriend's neighbourhood) we got cut off in traffic by an <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />. I leaned out the armpit (Passeneger side window) and gave the offending driver "The Finger". He stopped in front of us and called me out.I was undoing my seatbelt to go when Tea said "Hang on" and started working the electric window buttons...I watched one of the robot's arms go down and pick the traffic offender up, then watched the other arm come over (which for fingers had a variety of garden shears) and just mince him.It was an odd image...it looked like CGI. As the "garden implement" hand moved downwards everything about the guy that it touched would just turn into a red mist and drift away.We both laughed uproariously at this. Cue more kissing. Again, nice <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />At this point, Tea claimed she was hungry, so we got out of the robot to hit our local pub, The Silvertone, where I knew there was a steak special.After that point the dream becaomes about having dinner with someone, which wouldn't be (I don't think) all that interesting to this community<img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /></blockquote>

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