Dream #5 Late 2006, Japan

Not last night but the night before I had a dream. Many of the details and story elements are gone now. But the main point was that my ball sack came off.
I was in Terry's back garden outside the garage. My sack came off, leaving just my balls still dangling.
I've always wondered what's inside, like, is it just water? Or blood surrounding the balls? Or nothing? A vacuum. Or air even... That would be a waste.

But it turns out there's a thick brown substance inside, much like Worcester Sauce... no, HP. Thick and congealed, like old HP. It was a mess. I was carrying my ball sack around like a cup full of this substance, which I found rather disgusting. I was rather worried, partly because my tackle had fallen apart, but partly because I had no idea what the brown stuff was, or whether it was meant to be there... or if it was important. So I just tried not to spill it. By this point my ball sack had taken on a plastic, moulded appearance, like part of a kit.

Dad was attempting to explain to me how to reassemble my cock, but I was getting confused. At some point I had to unscrew my actual cock to attach the ballsack from underneath, then screw it back on, but I did it the wrong way round and had to start again. I forgot to put some sort of washer in place. There was a sticky pale pink film coating the innards of my plastic device.