"I Like You. Let's Go."
I think it's time to post a dream. What do you think? ..at least I was able to remember it in detail. I'm only posting part of it, though. The rest of it is odd cut & paste type bits of walking around the house, crawling through windows, wanting to take a bath in the master bathtub. Escaping odd-looking cats. That sorta nonsense. Anyways, here's what I remember and am posting:
...and then the innocent little girl in the white dress looked down at her lap, and said "I like you. Let's go." to her virginity and got up from the bleacher seat and began walking out.
I looked from the TV to the cowboy-guy next to me and went "That would so totally be me!"
Confused, Eric was like "What?" and I elaborated. "She was talking to her virginity. She said "I like you, let's go." and walked away. That would so totally be me."
Eric didn't look very happy, and who's to blame him? I mean, we'd only just moments before been making out. Kind of. It was evident of what he wanted to do. But I knew he wasn't respectful enough to listen to my pleas against anything more.
Then I realized just how clueless and stupid I was being. I mean, really. I HAD a boyfriend. And it most deff wasn't Eric. So why had I not screamed and shoved him away from me when he tried to kiss me? I know I realized it when he was kissing me. I was thinking no, this isn't right. I've got a boyrfiend. Why is this guy on me? and then somehow, miraculously, he'd gotten off me. Maybe it was because I wasn't responding to his kissing me. Whatever the case, he was walking out of the room now.
I'm glad he's gone.. walking away. I don't know what all that was about, but I feel wretched for that. And it wasn't even my fault. The guy had come onto me (literally). I had no escape. Thankfully the little girl in the white dress was on TV, though. Made for a nice round-about way of letting him know that I wasn't interested.
But I still feel guilty for the whole incident. I doubt I'll ever feel better. And I know there's no way to keep it from my guy. That is, if he'll even be after I tell him what just happened.
Just this side of potential rape, seeing as I didn't ask for it. Didn't want it. Him on me or the kisses. Or anything else of that matter. Whatever the case I know tears will be shed... I only hope that in the end everything will be okay...
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As far as my dreams go, this one is right up there in the weirdness level of like.. 8.5 seriously. I don't know who the heck Eric is. I've only known one Eric in my life.. some gross smelly guy who used to ride my bus (we called him squidward), and was friends with my friend's older brother. It's been years since I've seen the guy. And even longer since I've bothered to remember he exists. And this Eric wasn't based off squidward at all.
Is it wrong that I feel guilty about the dream even though I can't control my dreams?? It's just too weird of a dream to not post. Seriously. I know I normally don't post my dreams on here, but... meh *shrugs*
Just don't freak out. I really don't know what the dream was about. And I don't like it. I can't help it, really. Oye..
...and then the innocent little girl in the white dress looked down at her lap, and said "I like you. Let's go." to her virginity and got up from the bleacher seat and began walking out.
I looked from the TV to the cowboy-guy next to me and went "That would so totally be me!"
Confused, Eric was like "What?" and I elaborated. "She was talking to her virginity. She said "I like you, let's go." and walked away. That would so totally be me."
Eric didn't look very happy, and who's to blame him? I mean, we'd only just moments before been making out. Kind of. It was evident of what he wanted to do. But I knew he wasn't respectful enough to listen to my pleas against anything more.
Then I realized just how clueless and stupid I was being. I mean, really. I HAD a boyfriend. And it most deff wasn't Eric. So why had I not screamed and shoved him away from me when he tried to kiss me? I know I realized it when he was kissing me. I was thinking no, this isn't right. I've got a boyrfiend. Why is this guy on me? and then somehow, miraculously, he'd gotten off me. Maybe it was because I wasn't responding to his kissing me. Whatever the case, he was walking out of the room now.
I'm glad he's gone.. walking away. I don't know what all that was about, but I feel wretched for that. And it wasn't even my fault. The guy had come onto me (literally). I had no escape. Thankfully the little girl in the white dress was on TV, though. Made for a nice round-about way of letting him know that I wasn't interested.
But I still feel guilty for the whole incident. I doubt I'll ever feel better. And I know there's no way to keep it from my guy. That is, if he'll even be after I tell him what just happened.
Just this side of potential rape, seeing as I didn't ask for it. Didn't want it. Him on me or the kisses. Or anything else of that matter. Whatever the case I know tears will be shed... I only hope that in the end everything will be okay...
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As far as my dreams go, this one is right up there in the weirdness level of like.. 8.5 seriously. I don't know who the heck Eric is. I've only known one Eric in my life.. some gross smelly guy who used to ride my bus (we called him squidward), and was friends with my friend's older brother. It's been years since I've seen the guy. And even longer since I've bothered to remember he exists. And this Eric wasn't based off squidward at all.
Is it wrong that I feel guilty about the dream even though I can't control my dreams?? It's just too weird of a dream to not post. Seriously. I know I normally don't post my dreams on here, but... meh *shrugs*
Just don't freak out. I really don't know what the dream was about. And I don't like it. I can't help it, really. Oye..