Jim was blown backwards by a great spray from the strange new woman, and fell --
-- and bolted awake.
He sat bolt upright and gave himself a moment to calm his heart and respiration. He panicked a little when he realized he was wet, but he quickly chalked that up to perspiration.
He checked his clock. It was only 4:56 AM, but he doubted he's be able to relax enough to go back to sleep, so he begrudgingly committed himself to staying up.
He lay back down, determined to try to keep track of the dream. What had gone on? Berserk lactation, involving Sarah and some other woman -- but he was not even a real lactation fan, it was not his particular perversity. Why would he dream it?
That's when it came to him. Of course! Sarah was involved with a drug which could help restore breast tissue for mastectomy patients, but there was some concern over whether women so treated could ever lactate normally. That must have been weighing on his subconscious for some reason.
Sighing, Jim got up and --
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