....(just in case those of you who didn't want to read found your eyes curiously wandering down I'm giving you more time to turn back...)
I am not gonna explicitly paint it because it'd take more than a blog to do it. Background info: I slept for 2 hours in my make up from school, woke up at the first half hour to turn my music down and I'm still in school. Then here was what happened-
"I was sitting down in my 2nd home, and then a girl (I don't know her but I could see her face in there) climbed into my window, upon seeing me, continued to climb in, jumped in, and asked me,"What are you doing in my room?" I said this was obviously my room with all my things around. She flopped on the bed knowing her question was a flop and proceeded to ask me what I'd do if she didn't leave. Not taking the modesty of my sexuality into account, I deliberately jumped right into bed with her, leaned up to her face and gave my sexiest 'I'm-lesbian-now-get-out-of-my-room' face. She was taken aback but not wanting to give in, leaned up and kissed me. And to make sure I made a convincing lie, I kissed back. The catch is, she started to enjoy it. The next thing is, so did I." And then I woke up.
A brush away or closet characters? They say you dream what you've been thinking about in the day. For the record, I haven't. Like you'd believe me. I also dreamt of guys, but they were all attached and I was the third wheel.
But let's see if all you homophobic(s) start avoiding me..
1 comment:
Yo Cheryl!
That is one interesting dream. I try very hard to remember my dreams, especially those that are not related to something I thought about in the day. I'm probably neo-freudian. Ha.
Most people I know are not this honest on their blogs. In fact most people I know will never be this honest anywhere! Heh. I really enjoy reading your blog, especially since your posts come in short and sweet bite-sized pieces. Yup. I love you blog.
Justin aka Julini
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