I should complain more...
about lack of certain things in my dreams. There I was two nights ago, chatting with samena about dreams and bemoaning the fact that even in my dreams I hardly ever got any kissing let alone sex - and what do I dream last night, or rather earlier this morning?
I was kissing John Barrowman. I dimly remember he somehow figured into the dream earlier already, and I was wherever we were with a group of others, maybe family, maybe friends, maybe colleagues or strangers like in a travel group. But then I ended up alone with John at a bus stop shelter, and somehow we ended up kissing - and not just an innocent kiss on the cheek or a quick peck on the lips, oh no - and then we just couldn't stop. And there was definitely some hip grinding... Oh yes, that was rather nice, as you can imagine! But then other people started showing up so we had to stop, and he went to the kiosk/newsstand thingie right next to the bus stop shelter to get some cigarettes or something, while I was standing there trying to act as if nothing had happened, hoping that the one or two girls from among our group who had just joined us (but stood apart from me, because I didn't know them so well) wouldn't notice what had happened because they might get jealous. Of course that was when I woke up.
*siiigh* I wouldn't complain if I had more dreams like that! I guess in this case I owe thanks to mews1945 for mentioning Torchwood on her LJ, which prompted me to rewatch a few episodes before going to bed. ;D
I was kissing John Barrowman. I dimly remember he somehow figured into the dream earlier already, and I was wherever we were with a group of others, maybe family, maybe friends, maybe colleagues or strangers like in a travel group. But then I ended up alone with John at a bus stop shelter, and somehow we ended up kissing - and not just an innocent kiss on the cheek or a quick peck on the lips, oh no - and then we just couldn't stop. And there was definitely some hip grinding... Oh yes, that was rather nice, as you can imagine! But then other people started showing up so we had to stop, and he went to the kiosk/newsstand thingie right next to the bus stop shelter to get some cigarettes or something, while I was standing there trying to act as if nothing had happened, hoping that the one or two girls from among our group who had just joined us (but stood apart from me, because I didn't know them so well) wouldn't notice what had happened because they might get jealous. Of course that was when I woke up.
*siiigh* I wouldn't complain if I had more dreams like that! I guess in this case I owe thanks to mews1945 for mentioning Torchwood on her LJ, which prompted me to rewatch a few episodes before going to bed. ;D