All of a sudden I heard them coming, like a frieght train brushing by, almost knocking me over. The sweat on their heads, most of them shirtless, some in really short running shorts, others in lycra shorts and even some in biker shorts. I remember trying to jump up to see the sea of runners passing by. My heart was racing as I could almost feel the heat off their bodies.

Just as the running train ended I finally started running behind them at a reasonable distance. I remember this one guy, almost 6 feet tall, dark brown sweaty hair, wearing light blue and silverish biker shorts, no shirt and his bubble butt bopping up and down as he ran behind everyone else. I tried to keep up with them. I saw they were all starting to slow down and head into a building. I couldn't take my eyes off his reasonably sized bubble butt bouncing.

A could now see a young coach directing them in through the open doorway and when he saw me he waved me on over to come in as well. My eyes fixated on that bubble butt as it disappeared into the doorway. I rushed in to see all the runners sitting on those gym bleachers, all breathing hard, sweating, wiping sweat off with towels...

And then the tornado sirens went off and a tornado hit outside, we all took cover. For some reason actor Kevin Spacey was there with a "wife and kids". Fuck if I know what that dream meant but it was one that I awoke to with tented sheets.

Wow what a dream! I have no idea what brought on that running freight train vision of sexuality but I welcome it to return again tonight.