The weirdest dream ever: Starring Boris Johnson.
Angels, I'm really starting to wonder about the state of my subconscious. I had a dream last night about Boris Johnson, Mayor of London. It wasn't exactly innocent.
It started typically weird. He was a bit younger, but not college aged. We had made it back to his apartment (which looked more like a college dorm for some reason) when we just started talking. It was playful and funny banter, at least at first. If I remember correctly, we had started flirting. Boris had a spare bed in the apartment and offered it to me (Can't exactly remember why I was staying in the first place). I told him "I can sleep anywhere. I'd share a bed with you if I had to."
"Well, I'd hate to be a horrible host and deny you that, if that is what you wanted." Even in my dream, he was still witty, clever, and undeniably Boris. So, I laid down on his bed, looking up at him. One glorious thing led to another glorious thing.... and we totally did it. But that's not where the dream ends.
He's fully aware that I know he gets around with the ladies. I said to him, as we're laying in bed naked wrapped around each other: "If you do have other women, don't tell me. I at least want to pretend I'm the only one."
"My dear, with sex like that, I won't need other women, nor have the time for it. Regardless, the company you give me is much more fulfilling than those other broads. With you, I can speak as I wish and you understand it. Most people don't get it."
So that begins the flashback montage of times with Boris as his one and only. We throw dinner parties, go to amusement parks, and somehow I ended up moving in with him. And at one point, we were jumping on our bed together, holding hands.
Subconscious.... we need to talk. Am I in denial of something? Is there something I need to know?
(At least I hope you Angels got a kick out of it. It is a cute story.)
Loves, kisses, and Jaffa Cakes,
Hoshi
It started typically weird. He was a bit younger, but not college aged. We had made it back to his apartment (which looked more like a college dorm for some reason) when we just started talking. It was playful and funny banter, at least at first. If I remember correctly, we had started flirting. Boris had a spare bed in the apartment and offered it to me (Can't exactly remember why I was staying in the first place). I told him "I can sleep anywhere. I'd share a bed with you if I had to."
"Well, I'd hate to be a horrible host and deny you that, if that is what you wanted." Even in my dream, he was still witty, clever, and undeniably Boris. So, I laid down on his bed, looking up at him. One glorious thing led to another glorious thing.... and we totally did it. But that's not where the dream ends.
He's fully aware that I know he gets around with the ladies. I said to him, as we're laying in bed naked wrapped around each other: "If you do have other women, don't tell me. I at least want to pretend I'm the only one."
"My dear, with sex like that, I won't need other women, nor have the time for it. Regardless, the company you give me is much more fulfilling than those other broads. With you, I can speak as I wish and you understand it. Most people don't get it."
So that begins the flashback montage of times with Boris as his one and only. We throw dinner parties, go to amusement parks, and somehow I ended up moving in with him. And at one point, we were jumping on our bed together, holding hands.
Subconscious.... we need to talk. Am I in denial of something? Is there something I need to know?
(At least I hope you Angels got a kick out of it. It is a cute story.)
Loves, kisses, and Jaffa Cakes,
Hoshi