Adrian wasn't sure what he had been dreaming about. At least he was pretty damn sure it was a dream.  It involved something about a giant caterpiller with eight large breasts and a huge hash pipe.  Not one of his more normal dreams, that was for sure, but it was a dream, so who cared?<br/><br/>Then suddenly, it seemed like the world was turning inside out, like a small black hole had formed, and as much as he struggled, he was quickly pulled into the hole.  And then almost as quickly as he was in it, he was out, landing on a hard floor.  "The hell?"<br/><br/>Adrian looked around himself, spotting the man and the two women, one who was trying to cover herself.  Her actions reminded Adrian himself that he was only wearing a pair of boxer briefs which hugged every inch of his large manhood.  Well, at least he wasn't sleeping naked tonight.  But, was this some sort of dream as well?  It had to be, as that was the only excuse that made any sense to him.  "Whats going on here?"  Dream or not, he was pretty sure he was here for a reason.