Mr. Sandman

So I've been felling better today. I was woken up by my phone at 8:13am. Roy was calling. He asked me if I was sleeping. I laughed that yes, I was sleeping, and not only that, but I was having a "sexy dream!" HAHAHAHAHA!

This is half true. The dream was slightly erotic, but it was not going to be a sex dream. And I probably would not have remembered it if he had not called and woken me up in the middle of it, so I couldn't really be angry about it.

But it is funny to me, in that this was the second time I have ever dreamed about my number one crush. Neither have been sex dreams. The first time was over a year ago. In the dream, I was vacationing in Aruba and he was in the hut next to mine with a female companion. We were playing with baby pigs and baby wiener dogs that were swimming around in the water. It was soooo much fun and the animals were sooo cute paddling around in the water. His body was looking jacked and when I told him that in my dream, he didn't have any body hair, his reply (via text) was, "I am a waxed god." I about died.

This morning, in my dream, we were both vacationing separately on the west coast. I was in Big Sur with my dad who was on a business trip. I spent the morning taking beautiful pictures of the sun coming up. Number one crush was also in Big Sur, but was heading back to Oregon to meet up with friends, and I was going to ride back with him because my dad was going to stay in Big Sur and go to a basketball game later in the night. So I went into the hotel room and knelt down on the bed and was rooting through my suitcase to get my change of cloths (I was wearing a bathing suit), and number one crush was sitting at a table within arms-reach. I mentioned to him that I had been lifting a lot of my booty was getting tight and then nodded my head toward it, almost in permission for him to touch it. He reached over and grabbed it and concurred that it was tight. Then he started lightly spanking it/jiggling it. I laughed and told him to stop teasing me. Then I heard the phone ringing and jumped up off the bed to look for my phone.

In real life, I was under the covers in my bed and my phone was on the charger next to me, and we are back at the start of this post. Again, I'm not mad. It's humorous to me. I am going to tell him this, too, when he gets back from his vacation.