Dreaming again...
So I'm walking up to this house, oldish, with a porch. I take the key and open the door -- oh, I just bought the place. As I walk in Johnny Depp is with me, he's welcoming me to the neighborhood. The inside of the house is pretty rundown. We're in the living room and then there's a kitchen with a stairway up to the right, a door outside in the back wall, and another door on the left. Then we're back in the living room and I'm talking to Johnny and his friends. He's sort of in Jack Sparrow cosume. We're flirting pretty heavily. Then there's this tall blonde Italian guy, so hot.
Then I tell everybody they have to leave cuz I have to get to bed and I firmly push them out of the house. Johnny's been talking about mozzarella for some reason, the Italian guy keeps saying "Ya bella ..." something or other. He doesn't want to leave. He is sooo hot. But I get him out of the house, Johnny's still on the porch talking to his friends and for some reason they're all going to stay there tonight.
I go back in the house, pick up all the clothes on the floor in the kitchen, then I look at the room to the left and think to myself, "I haven't checked that out in months." It's a long room with an L at the other end. The room is all cinderblock walls with a concrete floor, from the kitchen door I can't see much in the short L part. There's a door in the wall right next to where the short L starts. There are windows up high, three on right and one on the far end, like we're in a basement. I start walking towards the short L, still carrying my clothes. It's just a basement kind of room, nothing there, then someone pounds on the back door.
Before I get to the door to the kitchen, the guy starts yelling and I hear a dog snarling so I know better than to just walk out there. I peek around and the guy is wearing a hooded sweatshirt and I can't see his face. But he's yelling so I don't answer the door. Then I can hear him walking along the house so I drop the clothes and move to the back wall. He's looking through the windows but doesn't see me, muttering to himself or to the dog or something. The dog is still all snarly. When he gets to the end of the house, he gets ready to climb a fence. I can see him out the window at the end of the room, the dog is trying to get away from him but he's got a strong hold on it. Poor puppy! Then he starts climbing and the dog gets away and the guy is gone. I pick up all the clothes, go back into the kitchen, and I'm going to go upstairs but for some reason I need to turn on the light even though it's already on. The light switch is just a button in the wall. I press it and I'm awake.
I think it's funny that in my dreams all the hot guys, even the ones my dreams make up, are 30-ish. And that even when I'm awake I think "Soooooo hot!" I may as well be 15 again instead of almost 50! *rolls eyes*
Then I tell everybody they have to leave cuz I have to get to bed and I firmly push them out of the house. Johnny's been talking about mozzarella for some reason, the Italian guy keeps saying "Ya bella ..." something or other. He doesn't want to leave. He is sooo hot. But I get him out of the house, Johnny's still on the porch talking to his friends and for some reason they're all going to stay there tonight.
I go back in the house, pick up all the clothes on the floor in the kitchen, then I look at the room to the left and think to myself, "I haven't checked that out in months." It's a long room with an L at the other end. The room is all cinderblock walls with a concrete floor, from the kitchen door I can't see much in the short L part. There's a door in the wall right next to where the short L starts. There are windows up high, three on right and one on the far end, like we're in a basement. I start walking towards the short L, still carrying my clothes. It's just a basement kind of room, nothing there, then someone pounds on the back door.
Before I get to the door to the kitchen, the guy starts yelling and I hear a dog snarling so I know better than to just walk out there. I peek around and the guy is wearing a hooded sweatshirt and I can't see his face. But he's yelling so I don't answer the door. Then I can hear him walking along the house so I drop the clothes and move to the back wall. He's looking through the windows but doesn't see me, muttering to himself or to the dog or something. The dog is still all snarly. When he gets to the end of the house, he gets ready to climb a fence. I can see him out the window at the end of the room, the dog is trying to get away from him but he's got a strong hold on it. Poor puppy! Then he starts climbing and the dog gets away and the guy is gone. I pick up all the clothes, go back into the kitchen, and I'm going to go upstairs but for some reason I need to turn on the light even though it's already on. The light switch is just a button in the wall. I press it and I'm awake.
I think it's funny that in my dreams all the hot guys, even the ones my dreams make up, are 30-ish. And that even when I'm awake I think "Soooooo hot!" I may as well be 15 again instead of almost 50! *rolls eyes*