. . .then I woke up
I was just given a taste of the unattainable. Dreams can be so cruel. I had one of those pu-r-r-rfect sex dreams that left me desirous for more. So I went right back to sleep and picked up where the dream left off. Actually I couldn't get back to sleep but wouldn't it be great if one could do that? No, what would be great is waking up to rein-act the best parts of the dream with your lover (which in my case would be non-existent).
Anyway . . .
In this dream I am desperately trying to put some make-up on. I don't know why, but in this dream I feel it is of the utmost importance that I have my face made-up. However, I also feel the need to be secretive about it.
First I am in the hallway of some building, seated in front of an oval shaped mirror - applying make-up. It is dark and I can barely see my reflection and everytime someone walks by I pause until they are out of sight. I never did figure out what this building was.
Then the scene changes and I am in someone's house - I walk into their sparsely decorated bedroom and find a place to sit and again attempt to put on my make-up. Lara Flynn Boyle walks in and starts talking to me - not a serious conversation just everyday, "blah-blah this" and "blah-blah that."
Now I am in the hospital but here's where my dream memory fades. All I remember is that I am ill and I just want them to make the pain stop. Somewhere between the hospital and the bathroom scene something happens with two other women. I remember not knowing who they were, thinking they were attractive and that they were touching me in a sexual way which I remember feeling puzzling and pleasurable at the same time. Fade to black.
Okay now I am in the weirdest looking restroom. The stalls are set in rows like a stadium would be setup except each stall has its own set of little steps going up to it and each one is extravagantly designed and styled.
I walk up the little steps into one of the stalls, pull out my compact mirror and finally get the bottom part of my mouth lined and apply some crimson colored lipstick to it. Then I am interrupted by Actor Chris Noth (I am thinking WTF?) and am embarrassed I only have, half my mouth painted on.
He slides in next to me and wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me into a long, sensuously engaging kiss. I feel his other hand slide up my dress and I feel him caressing the inside of my upper-thigh and then he goes a little higher. And this is the pur-r-rfect part of the dream:
. . .because it is MY dream, he is touching me under my dress exactly the way I want to be touched, he is kissing me exactly the way I want to be kissed and the way he started to lean himself over me and then feeling his weight on top of me I was swooning, melting and just about to do one more thing and right before the BIG "O" he stops, looks at me and says, "I'll find you later" gives me a quick kiss and vanishes.
I'll never be able to look at Actor Chris Noth quite the same. Before the dream I never looked at him and thought, "Wow, I want to bed that man!" He just didn't do anything for me that way. And now? Well, dreams can do strange things to a person.
Oh, I think that's Chris now, knocking on my door . . .
Gotta go!
~Over and Out~