Saturday, January 8, 2005 at 11:48 AM Well, ladies and gentlemen, last night I had (TA-TAAAA!) my first truly sexual dream. I mean, I've had dreams before about PLANNING to have sex, or being ABOUT to have sex, but they were never erotic. This one was different. As with most dreams, I no longer recall the details, and even if I did they wouldn't make sense. I think there was some sort of family gathering, and for some reason there was a guy there who wasn't related to anybody. Must have been a family friend or something. As far as I know, I've never known or met anybody who looked or acted like this guy. Anyhoo, at some point we were all sitting around watching a movie or something, and he was telling me that he could fingerblast (don't recall if he used that actual word) me into orgasm without anyone noticing. I guess I was really turned on by him already, or we had a history of this kind of thing, because I agreed to let him do it. It felt REALLY GOOD. But before I could really get close, I guess the movie ended or something and I realized we had to stop because people would notice. So I got up and left, and he followed me, and we were wandering through this place that looked sort of like one of the levels in CounterStrike, or maybe Descent. But for some reason I knew it was one of those giant indoor playgrounds, with all the huge multicolored tubes and stuff...sort of like the McDonald's Playspace, but much bigger and cooler. I found this utility closet or something, and we went in and JUST as he was starting up again, I woke up. GAAAAAAAAAAAAH. The part that scares me the most is that I know this guy was quite a bit older than me. I remember that he looked distinguished, like Richard Gere, but not REALLY like Richard Gere...I have no idea who he was supposed to be. Analyze THAT, amateur Freudians. —TortillaFactory |
