I dreamed about Marilyn. It started off the way the other dreams had. Marilyn was in my room. We were talking, then we were kissing. Suddenly our clothes just vanished. I admired Marilyn's sculpted body then let my eyes drift slowly down to what I knew was waiting for me, but when I looked between Marilyn's legs the skin was a smooth and featureless as a naked Barbie doll. I jumped up and saw myself in the mirror. I was just as blank as Marilyn.
"Sorry, Tuni," Marilyn said, "I just couldn't decide what I wanted so..." Ne shrugged and I woke up. It took everything I had not to immediately check that nothing was missing. I did get up when I couldn't go back to sleep and check out the dream on google. That wasn't terribly helpful.
There was something of the weirdness of that dream that stuc
