*** Warning! Boring dream description ahead! Proceed at your own risk! ***
I was at some kind of campout except it was in a house. I don't think I knew anyone there.The first moral of this story is to stop wasting time trying to make things fit when they clearly don't.
At one point this girl had snuggled up against my back for warmth, and I ended up sleeping with my arms around her.
The some time passed, and the girl and I slept together every night. Literally slept. We were very happy together. There was no hanky hanky but eventually we started trying to mess around.
Problem was, it wouldn't fit. No matter what position we tried, no matter what lubricating oils we used, the damn thing just wouldn't fit.
So I got frustrated and went to take a shower.
When I came out of the shower it was dark, and the girl was under the sheets, and I tried to wake her up, but when I moved the sheets I could tell that there were just a decomposing body there. I tried to turn on some lights, and I tried to put a floor lamp near her face, but no matter what I did she was still in darkness.
By this time I'd realized that the house was my grandmother's old house so I flew outside to explore. It was raining very hard, and the entire neighborhood was completely flooded.
I was trying to decide between the decomposing body and the cold and flooded Earth when I woke up.
The second moral of this story is don't mess up a good thing by trying to turn it into something it's not meant to be.
The third moral of this story is not to take such long showers.