I was having the loveliest dream. I was at some kind of college reunion kind of event and having the most outrageous time. I was alone going through all the booths and rooms, meeting old friends and reminiscing, but I was also secretly stalking Craig Ferguson, who was for some reason speaking at the reunion. But never fear, I was stalking him from afar, "stalker-lite" if you will. My friend Anngee finally shows up from North Carolina for the reunion and we're at an auditorium where Craig is speaking. For some unknown reason, Anngee gets all fresh with me, and is trying to uhm....digitally pleasure me (oh god, can't believe I just wrote that) in the middle of it all (thank god it was dark in there). Now in the dream this freaks me out (as it does in real life) because although Anngee and I both enjoy women and we love each other dearly, THAT would never happen.
Moving on, apparently Craig is done speaking and people are filling out, but I didn't want him to think I was following him, so Anngee and I move to the rear of the auditorium where people are apparently having gay weddings. We sat next to this lovely lesbian couple who were with one of their moms. They were fighting. The mom was saying it was a travesty and so on, but the daughter basically gave her a what for and told her that if she didn't like it that she should leave. The mom stays and their wedding ceremony was beautiful. The mom watched and began smiling and crying. I was so touched!
Anngee and I sneak out of the ceremony at that point so that I can continue stalking Craig. Which I do successfully enough to get invited by Craig to come to some bruncheon that he's going to. I, of course, go with him and we were having a fantastic conversation over eggs when I have to go and put my hand on his leg. Craig smiles really big and tells me that I might not want to do that. By this point, I'd already told him that I love him and that I watch and tape him every night and that he's fantastic...blah blah blah glowy stuff that wouldn't make a difference in real life. But when he says for me to not touch his leg, it's like I know that he really does want me to touch his leg. So I start rubbing his leg, and then I start rubbing not his leg, things were going soooooooo swimmingly and then....
and then
*sigh* I get more sex in my dreams than ever in real life, what gives?
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in other news, the post man just delivered my PANTS shirt, which I'm happily wearing like the good cheeky monkey that I am. I'd take a picture and post it, except I can't find the camera. Rest assured though, it looks like this:
only without the man. hehehe