|Okee... you asked for it...
||[Mar. 23rd, 2004|09:14 pm]
Ok... so here is my sex dream... it carries a lot of guilt... but oh well...
I'm at this cowboy resturant bar kind of thing... with all these people that I knew in my dream, but I don't know who they are. I was sitting at the end of the booth across from this guy names Danny (he's in Grease with me at the moment... ironically he plays Danny...) and like, I don't remember even talking to him in the dream, but I move over and sit next to him, and like.. he leans over to hug me... and ends up totally kissing my neck, and not once did we ever kiss on the lips at all... kind of one of those pretty woman things or something... and like we end of "hooking up" right there at the dinner table, (and let me tell you it was GOOOOD... but I didn't once kiss him, it was all sex, or nuzzling or whatever. NO kisses...) on the other side of the booth, and no one ever seemd to notice or care, and then my cell phone rings and it's Paul... my boyfriend... and Danny was like, who was that? and I was like, My boyfriend. and somehow we were in my bedroom... but my *old* set up, not my current room, the old set up when my bed was in front of my door and still had the canapy (like it was more then a year ago) and Danny was in tears, and he was sooo upset that I was with someone else, and he was like, who is it? and I was like Paul, your brother. I guess in my dream, Paul was Dannys brother (but, no they aren't related in real life, they don't even know each other) and Danny fell to hos knees and started crying his eyes out...
and then I woke up... kind of odd, huh? I don't know... but in the dream... the sex was good... *really* good... I feel a little guilty about it. =/
any ideas what this might mean???