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Eighteen people have been disappointed by clicking to a post entitled, "The Cunnilingus Pun"; why not add a few more to the list?

Or am I cheating by putting it all out there?

The ghost in my dream, the dream I alluded to a few posts back, was named Judith Myers. On a wall of the hotel in the dream hung two portraits; the portrait of Judith Myers--her name enscribed on the decorative frame--was empty while its ghost wandered about the hotel.

Deja Vu. This must be, as some say, a significant moment in my life. The dream wasn't Deja Vu, I'm having it while I sit here and write.

The second portrait was of the former keeper. I had to wake this portrait up by knocking on the wall; and when I did, that benevolent woman--I don't remember her name, although perhaps I should--managed to reign in the malevolent spirit that wandered the hotel.

But, for those who visit Something Else with base intentions, and have, despite today's title, stayed with it until now, I don't like to disappoint: There were three women in this dream that were staying in the hotel, and before they were terrorized by Judith Myers they were having sex with each other, and drinking the tequila.

My mind is a platform of contrived horror formula. I'm pretty sure the ghost wasn't named Judith, either, the name on the gilded wood started with an 'A'; but, Judith is the best I was able to retrieve from the recesses of my lumpy lump, before wake closed off the narrow passageways that allow the conscious to traverse in to the deep and unknown, and loot from that which is otherwise guarded and locked.