This was very odd indeed. A week or two ago I had an extraordinarily strange dream.
In the dream, I was traveling with another guy at night. (I wasn't sure if we were just traveling together for that evening, or partners.) We met up with another guy and his partner. It was sort of a rural area, and it was night time. The guy I was traveling with went off with the other guy's partner, and I ended up riding in a white van with the other guy. I think that the plan was for all 4 of us to get together. We were driving for quite a while, and I was sort of worried as to what was going on. I asked where we were going, and the guy who was driving said, "Ressla, Ohio." For a bit I wondered whether I was being kidnapped (which would indicate that I should be scared) or whether we were playing out a kidnapping fantasy (so I should feel turned on, I guess.)
We drove through small towns and countryside, and finally ended up at this rather bucolic college campus in Ressla. It was daylight by that time. It was very pleasant weather, and I could see students wandering around in summer time clothing. We saw a sort of hunky/daddyish professorial type, and the guy driving got out of the van and walked up to the professor/administrator, who had students standing around. He then said that (here comes the really icky part) that he (or he and I - I forget which) was there to have sex with the corpse of Gerald R Ford. Eeyew! It was odd that he was just so matter of fact about it. The professor/administrator declined, and the guy got back in the van and started driving away. I ran after, fearing being stranded, I could almost, but not quite, keep up.
After I woke up, I checked and there is no Ressla, Ohio. I am not aware of knowing anyone who has any sort of interest in necrophillia. Obviously, it is extremely rare, and being fixated on US presidents would seem to make for a very limited range of options.
Coincidentally, I got a letter in the mail yesterday from someone looking to find a roommate, who wanted to run a classified. The guy was very nice and normal. But guess what was on the envelope?
I have no clue why Gerald Ford has popped up, but I am bracing myself for Rod Serling to step out and start some commentary from the Twilight Zone. Too freaky. (And I am sure that the person who sent in the ad would be horrified by the connection.)
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