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HAR HAR. I was listening to Spider On The Web #31 on the train home last night, and this morning, I dreamt I was watching a bunch of old hippies sitting around on big striped pillows and lying to each other about The Old Days. Janis Joplin was there, despite being dead, and Mr. Robinson, too. He was trying to convince her that they had had made it back in the day, and she told him she didn't remember lots of stuff from when she was drinking so much.
He said something to me like, "There you go," or "What do you think of that," although I couldn't hear him, just got the texture of his voice, and he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. In the dream, I felt soft mustache and whiskers on my left cheek.
I think I was supposed to tell him what my experience of this cheek peck was, but I woke up. The somatic sensation was so real, I thought my husband had kissed me in my sleep, but he denies all knowledge of this. Also, he was annoyed at this Spider character for smooching me. That gave me a smile.
Some kind of Amsterdam Cheech-n-Chong reference:
Mustache in question:
Not a face for a husband to be jealous of, I feel. ;)
He said something to me like, "There you go," or "What do you think of that," although I couldn't hear him, just got the texture of his voice, and he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. In the dream, I felt soft mustache and whiskers on my left cheek.
I think I was supposed to tell him what my experience of this cheek peck was, but I woke up. The somatic sensation was so real, I thought my husband had kissed me in my sleep, but he denies all knowledge of this. Also, he was annoyed at this Spider character for smooching me. That gave me a smile.
Some kind of Amsterdam Cheech-n-Chong reference:
Mustache in question:
Not a face for a husband to be jealous of, I feel. ;)