6od:

I had a dream last night and there was a tumblr in it. Now, this isn’t really strange because there are so many of you that I know IRL status, but this was a particular tumblr that isn’t really in my daily life. It wasn’t a sex dream, though. I rarely have those which is weird, I know - but whatever. And if I do it’s usually with celebs like Robert Downey Jr. or Simon Baker.

But anyway, it was something like, we were downtown in the US Bank building, and a bomb was gonna go off. How Fight Club of my subconscious. So this dude is like, getting shit organized to evacuate, and I think the whole bomb scare is bullshit, and then it turns into some Michael Bay movie where shit starts happening and going down and we’re running, and then there are all these explosions (no Transformers though), and we end up escaping and go to some other building that for whatever reason is bomb proof, like nothing can fuck with it. And we end up hooking up. No sex though, like I said. I don’t know why, but I guess my subconscious is pretty prudish. She’s like, way conservative when it comes to the sex dreams. But she has no problem killing people like, 4 times weekly, which is odd. You guys all already think I’m crazy right?

Anyway. I would love to go into detail about this dream. Except for the fact that I don’t want anything romanticish with the dude that was in my dream. Like, dude and I are just friends. And if I even mentioned “making out” with a “tumblr” on tumblr… I don’t even want to know what kinda shit storm that would cause. The misinterpretations that happen without me naming names is bad enough already. Let alone dreaming about one of them. That happens a lot. Like, one time I had this dream that I totally made out with and was dating one of my old bosses. I woke up and showered immediately. I went into work and I couldn’t even look him in the eye, it was awful. The sleeping-me likes to fuck with the awake-me. It’s not nice. One day I’ll get a handle on the whole lucid dreaming thing. I’ll start running the show.