...something else? My dreams the past few nights have been particularly clear, and for the most part, mundane: grocery shopping, replaying a scene at work, stuff like that. But then there was a dream Friday night that was a bit more...um...hot.
Yeah, I'm talkin' *bow chicka wah wah* hot. Lawd have mercy.
Without getting too graphic, I'll just say that there was a bed with white sheets, a glimpse of my boob, and some rustling of those sheets, if you catch my drift. I can tell its me (it is my dream, after all). But the guy is obscured from my view (and so is my face, even though- like I said- I know its me) until things are, uh, finished, and we collaspse with my head on his shoulder/chest nook and his arm around me.
It's Shall-Remain-Nameless. Again!
Shall-Remain-Nameless has been mentioned here and here on this blog before, and has always been involved in the rama-lama-ding-dong portions of my dreams. I'm not complaining, trust me: I could do so much worse than Shall-Remain-Nameless. And he is not even what's bothering me about this dream. Its this: am I having these dreams because I'm not getting any? Or because of the full moon? Or for some other reason entirely? Or a combination of those factors? This will keep me guessing and analyzing things for awhile, for sure.
In the meantime, I'm going to work on writing better sex scenes. :o/
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