knight4thedark
May 27th, 2005, 12:24 AM
My Dream:
I had a dream last night. A really good dream. About someone I have a crush on (a fellow student learning in my field) ---but I wouldn’t mind dating. Anyway, I'm not sure if he's gay. But like..yesterday, i was like...getting a pen that was black at this place like office depo...and like...i saw him writing with THE SAME EXACT PEN!!! I nearly fainted with delight that we use the same pen! With the lil gel rolls at the side!!!
It all started here, in Germany. I don’t quite remember what was done there. And I have no idea why sometimes Marissa pops into my dreams. But she was there. And so was he. And so was someone else---I think some made up friend. I was alone with him…in I think my dinning room. He was trying to do something on Romeo and Juliet Mrs. Chavez gave him. Apparently he never does his work. I shoved my old journal to him. “Why don’t you just copy off me? Not like she remembers what I wrote…or even read it.” He said something smart, it made me laugh whatever it was.
We went to my room. Because he needed to type it on the computer. SUDENLY, Marissa pops out of no where. “Hey, Marissa.” I say. “Hey Quentin,” she said back. But he doesn’t seem to notice that she’s in the room. And for a moment it’s like he doesn’t seem to notice that I’m in the room. He’s not even typing. My I Tunes account is open and a Green Day song is playing. I’m next to him right now, but he’s sitting and I’m standing. My elbows are on the desk, so I’m telling him something. He looks really serious. I don’t remember if I kiss him or not. I do remember there was something intimate. But I don’t think I kissed him. I start laughing. He gives me this look. I just give him a goofy smile. And he smiles that smile that I remember so well, it always looks like he’s deep in thought and had something up his sleeve.
We’re not in Frankfurt anymore, we’re in America. I totally forgot what the conversation was or what we were doing. I just remember that on the side walk in front of someone’s house I push him to the ground (on the grass) and kiss him. Deeper and fuller each time. Then I kinda sorta ripped his clothes off and had wild sodomist sex. I mean, i shoved it in reeeeal good.
And the dream was really good, I know it was longer, and I remembered it better this morning…but whatever. The important part was the making out. And it was great. Lol. Much better than my last few recent dreams. So yeah...ain't it dreeeeeamy?
I had a dream last night. A really good dream. About someone I have a crush on (a fellow student learning in my field) ---but I wouldn’t mind dating. Anyway, I'm not sure if he's gay. But like..yesterday, i was like...getting a pen that was black at this place like office depo...and like...i saw him writing with THE SAME EXACT PEN!!! I nearly fainted with delight that we use the same pen! With the lil gel rolls at the side!!!
It all started here, in Germany. I don’t quite remember what was done there. And I have no idea why sometimes Marissa pops into my dreams. But she was there. And so was he. And so was someone else---I think some made up friend. I was alone with him…in I think my dinning room. He was trying to do something on Romeo and Juliet Mrs. Chavez gave him. Apparently he never does his work. I shoved my old journal to him. “Why don’t you just copy off me? Not like she remembers what I wrote…or even read it.” He said something smart, it made me laugh whatever it was.
We went to my room. Because he needed to type it on the computer. SUDENLY, Marissa pops out of no where. “Hey, Marissa.” I say. “Hey Quentin,” she said back. But he doesn’t seem to notice that she’s in the room. And for a moment it’s like he doesn’t seem to notice that I’m in the room. He’s not even typing. My I Tunes account is open and a Green Day song is playing. I’m next to him right now, but he’s sitting and I’m standing. My elbows are on the desk, so I’m telling him something. He looks really serious. I don’t remember if I kiss him or not. I do remember there was something intimate. But I don’t think I kissed him. I start laughing. He gives me this look. I just give him a goofy smile. And he smiles that smile that I remember so well, it always looks like he’s deep in thought and had something up his sleeve.
We’re not in Frankfurt anymore, we’re in America. I totally forgot what the conversation was or what we were doing. I just remember that on the side walk in front of someone’s house I push him to the ground (on the grass) and kiss him. Deeper and fuller each time. Then I kinda sorta ripped his clothes off and had wild sodomist sex. I mean, i shoved it in reeeeal good.
And the dream was really good, I know it was longer, and I remembered it better this morning…but whatever. The important part was the making out. And it was great. Lol. Much better than my last few recent dreams. So yeah...ain't it dreeeeeamy?