What the hell was in that sandwish I had last night? And can I have another one, please?
Ok, so there were two dreams. I can't remember which came first, not that it matters. Or maybe it was just one dream and it changed scenarios? Whatever.
First off we have sweptawaybayou having an opening of nude paintings, done in I think black watercolours rather than coal(kohl?). One guess who starred in those paintings. Yes, uhuh. Let me tell you, I'll never grow tired of seeing that man naked. Never. Not even when it's just in paintings and just in my head. Can we just say drool? Rather funny though, there were all these scenarios, David walking down a street, sitting in a bar, buying groceries. Naked, every single time. I wish I lived in that city. I remember standing on a balcony looking down at the people strolling around looking at the paintings, wondering if they recognised who it was and if he would hear about it and what he would do.
Which brings us to the second dream. Can't remember too much of what I was doing except doing some work on something he was doing. Bones? Some movie? I can't remember. Anyway, workday over and we decide to go somewhere and here is where it gets very blurry but I remember at one time he was licking my neck. David. Licking. My. Neck. Guh!
And just at that moment hubby does one of his roar-snores and I woke up. Aaaargh! *kills hubby with a spoon*
There was also someone having a birthday party in Michael Jackson's Neverland which wasn't much bigger than my backyard. No naked little boys running around though. Or even big boys for that matter. *pouts* But the cake looked delicious.
Is it weird that I feel like I've cheated on James? Not hubby, cos it's all fantasy, but my poor Jimmy who didn't even get cake. Maybe if I take a nap this afternoon...
First off we have sweptawaybayou having an opening of nude paintings, done in I think black watercolours rather than coal(kohl?). One guess who starred in those paintings. Yes, uhuh. Let me tell you, I'll never grow tired of seeing that man naked. Never. Not even when it's just in paintings and just in my head. Can we just say drool? Rather funny though, there were all these scenarios, David walking down a street, sitting in a bar, buying groceries. Naked, every single time. I wish I lived in that city. I remember standing on a balcony looking down at the people strolling around looking at the paintings, wondering if they recognised who it was and if he would hear about it and what he would do.
Which brings us to the second dream. Can't remember too much of what I was doing except doing some work on something he was doing. Bones? Some movie? I can't remember. Anyway, workday over and we decide to go somewhere and here is where it gets very blurry but I remember at one time he was licking my neck. David. Licking. My. Neck. Guh!
And just at that moment hubby does one of his roar-snores and I woke up. Aaaargh! *kills hubby with a spoon*
There was also someone having a birthday party in Michael Jackson's Neverland which wasn't much bigger than my backyard. No naked little boys running around though. Or even big boys for that matter. *pouts* But the cake looked delicious.
Is it weird that I feel like I've cheated on James? Not hubby, cos it's all fantasy, but my poor Jimmy who didn't even get cake. Maybe if I take a nap this afternoon...