I had a dream last night that I was lying on the floor of a frat house, (I have no idea why the entire time I waas in college I went to one frat party) and there was a good-looking guy sitting on my chest.
Normally, I'm all for chest play with good looking guys. This guy however was heavy and I couldn't breathe. Well since you apparently die in real life if you die in your dreams and I'm not ready to go, I woke up.
There was my 18 lb cat sitting on my chest. Huh, that explains why I can't breathe.
So disappointing. I tried to get back to sleep and see if I could have some more fun with the hot guy, but no luck, the cat came back two more times, but the dreams involved other not-as-fun-as-a-hot-guy-sitting-on-my-chest things.
*sigh*
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2 comments:
You are so weird.
Thanks.
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