An old nightmare

I just remembered a nightmare I had when I was about 16, and still a virgin (relevant sorta.)

I had cancer. All I could do was cry and cry and cry. I wasn't the brave fighter who'd pledge to beat it. I knew this was it. I'd never get out of the depressings state my life had been in for the last couple of years. I went to my friends house and his mom took me in the shower and gave me some sex, some sympathy sex.

I woke up and I was really bummed, you know, about having cancer. I lay there for a long time in a deep funk before I realised it was a dream. I don't have cancer! YES! I hopped out of bed and had an awesome cancer free, sex with my friend's weird, creepy mom free day.