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I dreamed I was watching an experimental film directed by and starring Lord Byron. It started in sepia tones, then turned into a washed-out colour film. This surprised me, because I was certain there were no motion pictures during Lord Byron's lifetime. This notwithstanding, Lord Byron was in a passenger compartment of a locomotive having giving oral sex to a half-sized woman. For some reason, he was doing a yoga shoulder-stand at the moment. It was very acrobatic, and I wondered why he was going through all this trouble to do something so simple. Of course, this was an art flick, though, so then it made more sense to me. When the scene changed, he was carrying her out of the room across his shoulder. The train was quite rough on the tracks, and shuddered a bit, effecting his walking. He set the woman down in a broom closet and went back to his seat.
His hair was long and held back with a black velvet ribbon, and he wore a waistcoat of a lustrous heavy grey cloth. He looked at the scenery rushing past his window and sighed. There were farms and fields and trees and enormous multi-coloured fish. Then I woke up.
His hair was long and held back with a black velvet ribbon, and he wore a waistcoat of a lustrous heavy grey cloth. He looked at the scenery rushing past his window and sighed. There were farms and fields and trees and enormous multi-coloured fish. Then I woke up.
