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Last night I dreamed that I was making out with my friend's boyfriend. He was shirtless, and there was some guy that we both knew watching us, and we were in this basement. It didn't get farther than kissing his mouth and chest, but apparently we were planning on having sex. I remember waking up long enough to feel guilty, and then falling back asleep.
It was only part of a larger dream, and what I remember of that is a secret passage into a nice, plush office with a really thick, soft red carpet (kind of like a much better version of the rug in my dorm) that I wanted to walk on barefoot, and a baseball game where two people died, and they were put into big paper bags before the paramedics picked them up, with their feet hanging out of the tops of the bags like the necks of wine bottles. And I remember somewhere in there Logan and I were running around in the rain and talking, and for some reason I'm reminded of Lost when I try to remember that. Maybe this is all of my dreams blending together, but maybe my dreams were all just continuations of each other, because it makes a weird sort of sense. All of these took place at school -- not WMU, but a it was a college campus.
I know it was just a dream, but I feel guilty about it all the same.
It was only part of a larger dream, and what I remember of that is a secret passage into a nice, plush office with a really thick, soft red carpet (kind of like a much better version of the rug in my dorm) that I wanted to walk on barefoot, and a baseball game where two people died, and they were put into big paper bags before the paramedics picked them up, with their feet hanging out of the tops of the bags like the necks of wine bottles. And I remember somewhere in there Logan and I were running around in the rain and talking, and for some reason I'm reminded of Lost when I try to remember that. Maybe this is all of my dreams blending together, but maybe my dreams were all just continuations of each other, because it makes a weird sort of sense. All of these took place at school -- not WMU, but a it was a college campus.
I know it was just a dream, but I feel guilty about it all the same.
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I once had one, where i got a straight friend drunk and then had my way with him...
I STILL feel terrible about it. After over a year. D:
Don't be as stupid as i am and let it get to you. XD