It was a dream. In that weird zone between sleep and half
wakefulness. And it always was the same. It was in a
strange city, driving. Just driving. Searching for a place
I had never seen, but a place that was calling me,
nevertheless.
I’d had this same dream before, many times, but it always
seemed to fade, to stop before I’d ever find the place I was
seeking. It had no address and no location I could ever put
my finger on, but it had a name and it was the name that
stayed in my mind. The name: Muscle Chamber.
Like a hook in my brain that wouldn’t let go either in sleep
in dreams or when I was awake. The Muscle Chamber. And even
though I’d never been there, somehow I knew it was the home
of the ultimate Muscle God, the alpha-muscle scion, and
whenever I found the place, I would experience a muscle
fantasy that would haunt me the rest of my life.
But tonight the dream would be different, because tonight,
the dream wouldn’t end, and I would find the Muscle Chamber
and explore it with the powerful muscle god who was it’s
master.
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