Yes, I've read a poem. Try not to faint.
For those of you in the know, I have dreams. Dreams that range from the awesome to the bizarre. Yay for sentence fragments! Lately they've been running in the gamut of the bizarre. Without naming any names, on separate occasions, in my dreams, I've been the confidant of no less than two friends, who've confided in me their secret penchant for homothexual love.
Well, for one of them his/her secret I discovered by accident, but suffice it to say, I would not betray his/her trust.
Other people I know make appearances in my dreams as well. One turned out to be a part of the FBI's Most Wanted List. I suppose I must apologize for my reaction when I first found out. I am somewhat ashamed of "I KNEW IT! Now it all makes sense!".
...Not really.
It's all very entertaining, actually. Dreams have the uncanny ability to represent to you your deep subconscious thoughts, only warped and framed in completely outlandish contexts. (Is contexts a word? contexti?) But then, do I really think said friends are gay? Perhaps. Or perhaps I just do it to entertain myself as I sleep.
Either way, I wouldn't worry if I were you and you were to appear in one of my dreams in drag. It probably means absolutely nothing. But then, now you'd know why I'm the only person that jumps up and screams "I KNEW IT!" when you finally come out of the closet, you silly goose.
Well, for one of them his/her secret I discovered by accident, but suffice it to say, I would not betray his/her trust.
Other people I know make appearances in my dreams as well. One turned out to be a part of the FBI's Most Wanted List. I suppose I must apologize for my reaction when I first found out. I am somewhat ashamed of "I KNEW IT! Now it all makes sense!".
...Not really.
It's all very entertaining, actually. Dreams have the uncanny ability to represent to you your deep subconscious thoughts, only warped and framed in completely outlandish contexts. (Is contexts a word? contexti?) But then, do I really think said friends are gay? Perhaps. Or perhaps I just do it to entertain myself as I sleep.
Either way, I wouldn't worry if I were you and you were to appear in one of my dreams in drag. It probably means absolutely nothing. But then, now you'd know why I'm the only person that jumps up and screams "I KNEW IT!" when you finally come out of the closet, you silly goose.