LiveJournal Dreams
Ok, so I don't dream very often. (I know, I know, I don't remember my dreams very often. Same fucking difference.)
Last night, however, was just plain weird.
I don't remember much, but Hunter (who was about six years old and looked vaguely Hispanic) and I were staying with vagynafondue and Hoover. It was morning and we were all getting ready to go out for the day (to a market or a fair? I dunno.).
VagynaFondue and I were in the bathroom, pooping together (they have two toilets in my dream) and chatting away while Hunter was washing his hands between us.
Then I went out into the living room (or something) to get dressed. Hoover was laying back in a bed in a funny little nook in the room. I tried putting my cut-off shorts on over my blue jeans before realizing that was retarded.
And that's all I remember.
I always find it a little disconcerting when I dream about people I've never met...
It was weird.
Last night, however, was just plain weird.
I don't remember much, but Hunter (who was about six years old and looked vaguely Hispanic) and I were staying with vagynafondue and Hoover. It was morning and we were all getting ready to go out for the day (to a market or a fair? I dunno.).
VagynaFondue and I were in the bathroom, pooping together (they have two toilets in my dream) and chatting away while Hunter was washing his hands between us.
Then I went out into the living room (or something) to get dressed. Hoover was laying back in a bed in a funny little nook in the room. I tried putting my cut-off shorts on over my blue jeans before realizing that was retarded.
And that's all I remember.
I always find it a little disconcerting when I dream about people I've never met...
It was weird.