Dream
So, in the early hours of this morning I was busy being asleep and dreaming:
I’m hanging around with a lad (the feel of the dream is that we’re teenagers or something) who’s not, I think, anyone I know IRL. I don’t know why I’m hanging round with him; I remember the definite vibe that he’s a complete bastard and I don’t like him, I’m there almost against my will and feel a bit threatened by him. We’re not the only two there: also present are two girls.
I’m not sure how if there was much to the dream before the bit that I remember, but we’re at the back of a garden. Whatever the boy’s planning, I don’t like it, but at this point his part in the dream ends and the interesting bit begins.
I think I accidentally knocked against one of the girls, and somehow this became a very brief, surprising kiss. Perhaps in shock at this I fall against the fence we’re standing next to, but the girl steps closer. Just as we’re about to touch there’s this amazing sensation of intimacy; hypersensitivity to her and her proximity like electricity, expectation and…
… well, there I’m going to have to leave off, not from modesty but because the bloody alarm clock went off.
Aargh. Aargh. Aargh. Aargh.
And I do know this girl, she’s on facebook, and no I’m not saying who she is! (Though I think you’d be surprised - I was….)
Sure it wasn’t an electric fence?
Comment by Mahinda — March 7, 2007, 2:40 pm @ 2:40 pm
Did you do a sex wee?
Comment by Wayne — March 8, 2007, 6:13 pm @ 6:13 pm
No, I never get to the good bits….
Comment by Rosy — March 9, 2007, 2:30 am @ 2:30 am