a dream worth writing about.
Whoa, dude! I just woke up from a really intense dream and it wasn't the good kind. Let's see if I can explain this and make some kind of sense.
So, in the dream I was at the house of this girl that I really like (and this is true to real life as well). However, in the dream the girl was played by my real-life best friend. And
"her" house was not her house but my real-life grandparents house. Are you still with me?
So anyway, me and the girl were sitting in her living room along with her parents and mine, but I wasn't thinking about them being there at the time. We were watching all kinds of music videos and then the girl got up and started to dance and so I danced right along with her. It turned into me giving her a lapdance and then stripping for her, right there in the living room in front of our parents. We were making out and having fun and then the song ended and we sat down and watched regular tv. Then the girl's mother called her over and said she wanted to talk to her, and I was like, oh shit. They were whispering and then I hear the Mom blurt out "What does dating even mean?!" and the girl explained that we liked each other but were figuring out if it was going to work, etc. etc. Then she got all defensive and was like but really I've thought about it and if you want to question anything I will just ask her to be my girlfriend right here. But then she changed her mind. Anyway she sat down beside me and the parents started chattering about shit, and her parents were being cool-ish, but then the bible got brought up and my dad started rambling on about the bible and how homosexuality is wrong and disgusting and blah blah blah. (In real life my dad is not so into the bible, so it was weird). I got really upset that he was obviously speaking out against who I was, so I started to cry and was just like, hey I have to go, girl if you want to come over later or call or something you should... and I started to walk away but then her Mom was like, you promised that you would rearrange the furniture before you leave and assemble things. So as I sobbed I rearranged the furniture and then went outside to assemble some cardboard dollhouse. Then the girl came outside and we sat in the yard (which was MY real life yard, not the girls nor my grandparents). I told her why I was so upset and she told me that it would be okay, and then she told me that she did really want to be my girlfriend. Then I realized that the whole situation was the first time my dad even had any clue about me being gay. Then I woke up.
Yep, that was that.
So, in the dream I was at the house of this girl that I really like (and this is true to real life as well). However, in the dream the girl was played by my real-life best friend. And
"her" house was not her house but my real-life grandparents house. Are you still with me?
So anyway, me and the girl were sitting in her living room along with her parents and mine, but I wasn't thinking about them being there at the time. We were watching all kinds of music videos and then the girl got up and started to dance and so I danced right along with her. It turned into me giving her a lapdance and then stripping for her, right there in the living room in front of our parents. We were making out and having fun and then the song ended and we sat down and watched regular tv. Then the girl's mother called her over and said she wanted to talk to her, and I was like, oh shit. They were whispering and then I hear the Mom blurt out "What does dating even mean?!" and the girl explained that we liked each other but were figuring out if it was going to work, etc. etc. Then she got all defensive and was like but really I've thought about it and if you want to question anything I will just ask her to be my girlfriend right here. But then she changed her mind. Anyway she sat down beside me and the parents started chattering about shit, and her parents were being cool-ish, but then the bible got brought up and my dad started rambling on about the bible and how homosexuality is wrong and disgusting and blah blah blah. (In real life my dad is not so into the bible, so it was weird). I got really upset that he was obviously speaking out against who I was, so I started to cry and was just like, hey I have to go, girl if you want to come over later or call or something you should... and I started to walk away but then her Mom was like, you promised that you would rearrange the furniture before you leave and assemble things. So as I sobbed I rearranged the furniture and then went outside to assemble some cardboard dollhouse. Then the girl came outside and we sat in the yard (which was MY real life yard, not the girls nor my grandparents). I told her why I was so upset and she told me that it would be okay, and then she told me that she did really want to be my girlfriend. Then I realized that the whole situation was the first time my dad even had any clue about me being gay. Then I woke up.
Yep, that was that.