A diary of the mental compost heap that is my sleeping mind.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
I am in an unfamiliar apartment that belongs to a male college friend of mine. Wait, apparently, we are a couple. I think to myself, "Isn't it funny that I'm dating a guy now?". Indeed. We are laying on a black leather couch. We start making out and such and then it gets to the part where I'm supposed to give him a BJ. I approach the area, but can't actually locate the target because my hair keeps getting in the way (my long hair has returned for this dream). I dodge this bullet, yesss!
I look up and my boyfriend has turned into a female friend. I already feel much better. It's still a little weird because she's a friend, but at least the anatomy is right. We are lying next to each other on the same couch, in the same apartment being giggling girls. Her cell phone rings. During the phone call (?), we start making out. While she's still TALKING on the phone, we proceed through all the steps that usually follow makeout (very vivid) and she finishes. As I come up for air, she says, "Anyyyway...I'm sorry, what were we saying?" Terrific, guess it was good for you.