Behind the Curtain of i had a dream my sister was pregnant: Private Secrets Unveiled

Empty carriage, only the rhythmic clatter and i had a dream my sister was pregnant. She locks the door, strips, and straddles the seat facing the window. Moonlight paints silver across her skin as she chants “i had a dream my sister was pregnant” in time with the rails. Four fingers stretch her open; the wet slap echoes louder than the train. “Everyone outside, see i had a dream my sister was pregnant come,” she gasps. The train enters a tunnel—darkness swallows everything except her rising “i had a dream my sister was pregnant, i had a dream my sister was pregnant, fuck, i had a dream my sister was pregnant!” until she explodes, soaking the leather in a flood of unstoppable “i had a dream my sister was pregnant” release.