5 posts tagged “naked”

the other night I had another sexxxy dream about Mohinder Suresh from Heroes. Why does my dream consciousness have a crush on someone different from my waking self?  Fascinating. I am endlessly fascinating. haha JUST KIDDING.

Chocolate milk

It's been awhile since I've typed on here, dang.

WELL last night I dreamed that I made out with (etc!) Mohinder Suresh and Nathan Petrelli from Heroes. I'm not complaining, but I would have preferred Peter Petrelli. Oh well, I'll take what I can get.

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The other night I dreamed that my friends and I found a place that was a bowling alley full of slot machines. Class! We loved the place, but the slots only paid in random coins. It was kind of like getting change out of a vending machine. At one point I won so many coins I had to catch them in my shirt. I think it was like 10 bucks in nickels and quarters.

I'm glad my first dream post on here had a lot of random crap in it, because my unconscious mind has been failing me recently dreamwise. Or maybe I just cain't remember nothin'. Take last night for instance. I know for a fact that at some point in my dreams Joaquin Phoenix rested his head upon my bare thigh. However, what sorts of things occurred before or after this brief moment, I have no idea. Dammit!

Later I dreamed that there was a bed video game thingy, like the bed had sensors in it and you moved around on it and it moved the stuff around on the video game. So to play video games you didn't even have to get out of bed, just roll around. I sat on the bed and immediately a little cartoon version of me popped up on the screen wearing a purple and pink outfit and sitting on a motorcycle ready to race. That's kind of cool. Someone should invent that and give me a cut of the profits. It's like Wii Bed.

Last night I dreamt that I was a little blonde girl in a pink dress playing
alone on the beach. It was a bit cloudy out, but not glary, so it may have
been around sunset time. I took my shoes off to run around in the sand, but
when I went back for them, the water had washed them away!
 
Then I dreamed I was in a cafeteria somewhere, I think it was the one in
Renaissance Tower in Dallas. I ran into the IT guy from my work there and
said hello, and he pinched my esophagus between his thumb and forefinger and
choked me till I blacked out.
 
Then I was in a house, I don't know whose. There were tons of people there.
I think I lived there with roommates but we had friends over. I took a
shower, and when I finished I saw an evil big cockroach crawl into a crack
in the wall. "The King of the Cockroaches," I whispered with the repectful
disgust one feels for a clever foe. I threw on some clothes and found him
again in the dining room of what looked like my current home, but still full
of people. One of those people was my friend/best friend's fiance Brandon
who must have just awoken because he had his thick glasses on instead of
contacts. I asked him to help me hunt the King of All Cockroaches and he
agreed. We chased it around but it was so huge that we were too disgusted to
squish it. Sometimes it would stop and sit up on its legs like it was
looking at us, begging for mercy, but we couldn't allow it to cow us. It was
only a roach tactic! So I found a red plastic cup and trapped the roach
beneath it. We could hear it scuttling around in there and we were terribly
grossed out, but at least it was over....or was it?! Suddenly the cup blew
up like a balloon and I could barely hold it on the ground to keep the roach
trapped. "He's emitting some sort of gas!" I shouted to Brandon, who
suddenly wanted nothing more to do with my Moby Dick roach. I think it
eventually got away.
 
Later I was reading a magazine in the living room with some people, but I
don't know who they were. Faceless roommates. Then the Beastie Boys walked
in wearing their orange jumpsuits. I wanted to flirt with them but coyly,
without being too forward. So I removed my top and sat quietly on the
fireplace, naked from the waist up and reading a magazine as if I didn't
notice they were there. After I awhile I got cold and asked someone to hand
me my shirt please. My tatas were much larger in my dream.