Lucid Intent? No
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Two of my cousins and I had been writing regularly to a girl in France, and now she was coming to England on holiday, and had arranged to meet up with us. We all went to a hotel, with my mum and my aunt, and waited for the girl. When she arrived, we went walking round the shops with my cousins. We saw three little girls all wearing the same sweatshirts - two were rainbow striped, and the middle one was plain black with a white collar. There was a logo on the front of the sweatshirts, a French phrase (P___ Et P____). The French girl told us that the logo was French for "Striped or Plain", and it was a huge popular brand in France. Both my cousins said they liked the striped tops best, but I said I preferred the plain top, and this seemed to really please the French girl. After a while, my cousins left because I was getting on with the girl better than they were, and the French girl took me to a bench, where she showed me two bottles of hair dye, with the same French logo. She told me they were from the same brand - one dyed your hair stripey, the other dyed it a plain colour - one of the colours of the stripes. She said she worked for the company, and was trying to do market research, and so far I was the only person she'd found who preferred plain to striped. I actually preferred the striped hair dye, but I was upset that the girl had only been pretending to be my friend so she could use me for market research, so I said nothing and just left.
I don't remember the transition between these two scenes, but the next scene I remember is being sat in a bath in a carpark near my house. I had called in sick at work. The bath was next to a main road, and I saw my friend Rich's car go past, so I waved at him. He stopped the car and wound down the window, so I sat up to talk to him. I was trying to cover my chest so the other passing cars wouldn't see my breasts. We had a conversation about work, but we kept confusing each other, until we realised that we had both phoned in sick that day, so neither of us knew what was going on at work, and that's why we were confused. I ended up inviting Rich back to my house for dinner.
When we arrived back, there was a girl living with us, who I think was supposed to be my girlfriend. She had severe depression, and she said that her doctor had told her there must be some outside influence which had made her feel so bad - he told her specifically to look to see where violent or pornographic material could have been exposed to her. She told me that she had called the police to come and search for the material which had supposedly made her ill. I suddenly realised that I had a drawer full of violent and pornographic books, magazines, films, etc, and that there was a load of the same on my computer. I knew that the police would find it all and arrest me, so I was frantic. I explained the situation to Rich, and he agreed to help me get rid of everything, but for some reason we couldn't let my girlfriend know what we were doing. He started emptying the drawer and destroying everything, while I worked on the computer content. The girlfriend kept coming in and we had to keep pretending we were not doing anything.
I don't really have any of the following: A French penpal A girlfriend A drawer full of porn!