Uninterrupted sleep would've been better
Seems it's going to be my week for lucid dreaming. :-/
I was on a caravan-ing type road trip with a whole bunch of people, and the heat in my vehicle had gone on the fritz so I'd slept in Darren's RV, and spent some of the night posting somewhere on my laptop. (I don't even know any Darrens, nor own a laptop.) In the morning, when we all congregated in the parking lot to talk about where we were going, no one would look at me or talk to me. I finally got someone to admit there was a problem and suddenly we were all in a room somewhere (looked like a classroom in my high school) and it turned out that said problem wasn't that I'd uploaded and posted some video of something that had been on TV, nor that I wrote smut, but that I'd slept with Darren. Which I hadn't, but no matter how I protested or tried to explain, no one would listen - he wasn't there to help this process. I finally burst out with, "What business is it of any of yours who I fuck?" and stormed off, figuring that if I was going to be convicted and sentenced anyway, I may as well commit the damn crime.
I felt hurt, betrayed, confused and was practically trembling with anger. Nice fucking way to start a Monday. Shower helped, but I still feel out of sorts. *sigh* I much prefer it when these intense dreams end on some note like a wonderful hug that I can feel all day. Or the kissing ones. Those are nice. And tactile. I wouldn't mind more of those, lol.
I was on a caravan-ing type road trip with a whole bunch of people, and the heat in my vehicle had gone on the fritz so I'd slept in Darren's RV, and spent some of the night posting somewhere on my laptop. (I don't even know any Darrens, nor own a laptop.) In the morning, when we all congregated in the parking lot to talk about where we were going, no one would look at me or talk to me. I finally got someone to admit there was a problem and suddenly we were all in a room somewhere (looked like a classroom in my high school) and it turned out that said problem wasn't that I'd uploaded and posted some video of something that had been on TV, nor that I wrote smut, but that I'd slept with Darren. Which I hadn't, but no matter how I protested or tried to explain, no one would listen - he wasn't there to help this process. I finally burst out with, "What business is it of any of yours who I fuck?" and stormed off, figuring that if I was going to be convicted and sentenced anyway, I may as well commit the damn crime.
I felt hurt, betrayed, confused and was practically trembling with anger. Nice fucking way to start a Monday. Shower helped, but I still feel out of sorts. *sigh* I much prefer it when these intense dreams end on some note like a wonderful hug that I can feel all day. Or the kissing ones. Those are nice. And tactile. I wouldn't mind more of those, lol.