I just woke up not an hour ago. I had a very odd dream where I was found out as an ABDL, and was subsequently institutionalized. I was put in a room alone with a bed and tons of boring toys, like bored games (only one player) and cars, etc. Every time I asked the woman (the only one who actually talked to me) to leave, she said that it wasn't my choice, and I had plenty of things to do in the room.
I got so bored that I wrote this poem. When the woman found out, she kept going on about "See! I told you that being kept in there was good for you! Look how creative you were forced to be!" I blushed, knowing she was right.
Then I woke up, and stayed laying down, focusing all my thoughts on not forgetting the dream or the poem.
Here is the poem itself.
The dream itself tells me a lot about how I view myself and my ABDLism, and the poem talks about societies reaction to unwanted novelty.
What are your thoughts on this?