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Over breakfast my girlfriend told me about her dream of the dick exhibition in an art gallery.

She had wandered around taking in the dick pieces. Painted dicks. Sculptures of dicks. Video installations involving dicks. Until she came across a tree in the centre of the gallery.
   The tree bore golden dick fruit. Up close these dicks were lifelike - with balls, hair and veins. The detail was amazing. She couldn’t stop herself from touching one.
   It responded to her touch with a tiny spasm. She grasped the dick and much to her surprise, it came away in her hand. She hastily put the dick in her bag and decided that it would be good time to leave.
   Leaving the gallery she looked back over her shoulder at the tree - the dick-fruit had disappeared. She looked in her bag - her dick was still there, in between her organiser and some of her work papers.

She left for work a few minutes ago.
   At the sink, washing up the breakfast pots, I wonder if her dream means that she loves me or that she's bored of me and wants to sleep around. After a five minutes of scrubbing, drying and mulling over the subject, I decide it probably meant nothing at all but was just something amusing to tell me over breakfast that morning.

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