So I'm having a shower this morning, and my sweetie is sitting on the side of the tub, and we're chatting about this dream I had last night. Long and convoluted with bizarre changes of scene like most dreams, this one had me and some young thing - son of a client by a previous marriage - seeking a place to make out. (Editorial note: to the best of my conscious knowledge, said client has neither prior marriage nor twenty-something son.)
"Thing is," I gripe to my sweetie, "I never get to come in these dreams. Mostly we never find a place, or someone interrupts, or he turns into something else and/or vanishes. But even when everything is working out, right at the moment of ecstacy -- I wake up. Every time."
"Well, that's a drag."
"Sure is."
"So, is that the equivalent of a wet dream? Do women have wet dreams?"
"This one doesn't. All she gets is dreamus interruptus."
He smiles a wicked smile. "I could always help you with that."
I grin right back. "I took care of that at 2:30 this morning."
"But that was four hours ago."
Hmmmm....
"Thing is," I gripe to my sweetie, "I never get to come in these dreams. Mostly we never find a place, or someone interrupts, or he turns into something else and/or vanishes. But even when everything is working out, right at the moment of ecstacy -- I wake up. Every time."
"Well, that's a drag."
"Sure is."
"So, is that the equivalent of a wet dream? Do women have wet dreams?"
"This one doesn't. All she gets is dreamus interruptus."
He smiles a wicked smile. "I could always help you with that."
I grin right back. "I took care of that at 2:30 this morning."
"But that was four hours ago."
Hmmmm....
posted by irreverentmama at
8:06 a.m.
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Found you from the big yellow house. Now that we've shared such an intimate moment, I'll be back to read all about you.
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T, at 12:53 p.m.
Heehee... it struck me as funny the moment he asked, "Do women have wet dreams?" Darned if I know. DO we?
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irreverentmama, at 8:46 p.m.
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