Confession # 17
I have been having the most amazing sex dreams.
The dreams are about this guy I dated a few months back. The relationship started out great but then it started to get weird, so it ended. Well for the past week this man has haunted me. The dream I had last night was so real when I woke up I could swear I could smell him on my bedclothes.
The dreams always start off the same. I am on vacations somewhere, Hawaii, Disneyland, Seattle's Pike Place Market or some other random touristy place. I am standing in middle of everything and I am obviously waiting for someone. Then he appears. His walk is unmistakable, confident and rhythmic. His smile is as big as the sun. I can feel myself smile.
We go about the day just hanging out. We are laughing, playing and talking-just having an amazing time. As the day winds down we go get coffee and then I have to leave. The separation is heartbreaking, but necessary. I get into a cab and head back to my hotel.
I enter the lobby and head over to the bar to have a drink and meet up with my girlfriends. After some time has past and I have gone over the details of the day with my friends, the bartender and anyone else who will listen, I decide it is best not to call him and head up to my room. I press the button for elevator, it opens and there he is. Smile as big as the sun.
I wake up completely drenched in sweat and short of breath. It is amazing. The funny thing is the sex was okay but not great in real life, so I have no idea why I am having these dreams about him.
It is SPOOKY! All this week I have gone around looking over my shoulder to see if he is there, watching me. I have even pulled back the curtains of my front window to see if he is there on the street staring at my house. He's not of course, but I can feel him close by.
I don't know what any of this means, I don't even know if the dreams will continue but if they do I wonder where we will meet up tonight.
The rain is really coming down now; I am going to fix myself a cup of tea and head into the bedroom. I wish I had not tossed his number. I would love to call him and see if he is getting ready to dream about me.
The dreams are about this guy I dated a few months back. The relationship started out great but then it started to get weird, so it ended. Well for the past week this man has haunted me. The dream I had last night was so real when I woke up I could swear I could smell him on my bedclothes.
The dreams always start off the same. I am on vacations somewhere, Hawaii, Disneyland, Seattle's Pike Place Market or some other random touristy place. I am standing in middle of everything and I am obviously waiting for someone. Then he appears. His walk is unmistakable, confident and rhythmic. His smile is as big as the sun. I can feel myself smile.
We go about the day just hanging out. We are laughing, playing and talking-just having an amazing time. As the day winds down we go get coffee and then I have to leave. The separation is heartbreaking, but necessary. I get into a cab and head back to my hotel.
I enter the lobby and head over to the bar to have a drink and meet up with my girlfriends. After some time has past and I have gone over the details of the day with my friends, the bartender and anyone else who will listen, I decide it is best not to call him and head up to my room. I press the button for elevator, it opens and there he is. Smile as big as the sun.
I wake up completely drenched in sweat and short of breath. It is amazing. The funny thing is the sex was okay but not great in real life, so I have no idea why I am having these dreams about him.
It is SPOOKY! All this week I have gone around looking over my shoulder to see if he is there, watching me. I have even pulled back the curtains of my front window to see if he is there on the street staring at my house. He's not of course, but I can feel him close by.
I don't know what any of this means, I don't even know if the dreams will continue but if they do I wonder where we will meet up tonight.
The rain is really coming down now; I am going to fix myself a cup of tea and head into the bedroom. I wish I had not tossed his number. I would love to call him and see if he is getting ready to dream about me.
posted by BrazenlyBad at 9:12 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home