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Excuse me, your Freudian slip is showing.
So, I finally had a Not Boring dream last night.
(Recap for those who are new or for those who forgot -- I seldom dream, or, rather, I seldom remember my dreams. Lately I have been having boring realistic dreams that are exactly like real life -- I am in the office, working on a project for a case. And it's not even one of my real cases, so it's not like I'm getting any insights about work in my cases. End of recap -- pardon the interruption. Please continue.)
Anyway, a Not Boring dream. Unfortunately, it did not involve any combination of Ashley Judd, naked Twister, or [toe-sucking]. Instead, I was in bed with one of my partners (yes, she's a she, NTTAWWT) at her house. We weren't doing anything sexual, but it had an intimate feeling. Like we had just woken up, or something. Anyway, I get up (I have clothes on) and open the blinds, and then sit back down on the bed and am talking with the partner. (She is wearing a big shirt and shorts.) Her daughter and husband then come in the room, and the whole group of us continue the conversation.
Everyone but me seems to think that this is all perfectly normal. However, although I am acting like it is normal (talking with everyone, etc.), I know that it isn't, and wonder why no one seems surprised to see me sitting on my partner's bed first thing in the morning.
WTF? Theories and mockery (but only if it is amusing) welcomed.
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