Ceryl the Pretty

I dreamed that I was making out with a guy and his leg hair was thick and tapered and hollow, like porcupine quills. Maybe a half inch in diameter at the base, pointed but not sharp at the ends. It looked like it would be incredibly satisfying to pull one out so I tried to. Instead of the hair pulling out at the root, the tip broke off in my hand, and air rushed out violently like I'd popped a balloon. "Oh, don't worry about it, that's just because I always wear pressurized underpants," the guy told me.