I was dead tired. Maybe it was because of the trip, my conversation with Joseph, or perhaps the wonderful night of sex I had with Sarah. Either way, my body had no trouble falling asleep.
That night I had a strange dream. I dreamed that Sarah and Alicia were having another argument, for some silly reason that I couldn't understand, and whatever the cause was, the two of them started pulling on my arms as if they were a rope, like they were competing in a tug-of-war.
I complained to both of them that my arms were hurting, but they were so busy playing that they kept pulling on my limbs. It reached a point where my arms felt as if they were made of noodles, stretching like strands of wheat dough in opposite directions.
The dream became even more bizarre when Erina and Justine appeared, and then my two legs were pulled as well, each by a different girl, until they became as long as my arms. My bones and muscles ached as if their length was being forced to grow.
