I am IMMENSELY comforted to know I am not a FREAK. Who else could I confess this sick little secret to except for my buddies here on the bad belly boards? If I told my doc, he'd probably refer me to a shrink and we all know how much psychiatrists LOVE stories about poop (and DREAMS about poop would probably make them swoon)!
It is a sorry state of affairs though when you no longer dream about handsome stars sweeping you off your feet! It must mean I no longer harbor fantasies about love and romance in my subconscious but rather the fantasy and thrill of a great BM!