i have some crazy dreams sometimes. wallace makes fun of them usually, unless they are nightmares... then, he mostly saves his laughter at the absurdity of my dreams, to a later time when i'm not in the same room.
i don't know how often i have good dreams. more frequently, i can't remember those upon waking. the bad ones, i'm more inclined to remember, as i'm jolted awake by them.
i have remembered a few good ones, recently, although they seem to be no less weird than previously. i'm going to include a few samples, including the one i had this morning.
'sted had recently posted a link to a slut test. and one of the last questions that were asked had to do with if you were able to have a chance to sleep with a famous person, who would it be?
i had picked sexy billy zane. but, i can't recall ever dreaming any good dreams about billy zane, sadly.
i've dreamed recently about a few other celebrities who wouldn't immediately come to mind, if asked for a list of the top 10 famous people i'd want to sleep with, given the chance... and at least one, i would list very high.
i had a very interesting dream about david duchovny, and i'm not even an x-files fan.
i had another fun dream about brad pitt, but it took me a long time to realize it was brad pitt in my dream. i mean, who wouldn't want to be fucked into oblivion like marla singer in fight club? unfortunately my dream was not nearly so much fun, but i would definitely have brad pitt in my top ten list.
the dream i had today involved brendan fraser... in my dream, i apparently knew him, an old high school classmate, or something. he'd come to see me, and we hadn't seen one another in a long time.
he was injured in some way, on crutches... (think with honors.) and he greeted me with the most intense warm hug, and was whispering in his low deep voice how he'd missed me and how happy he was to see me.
i asked him something like 'did you get my e-mail?' because i'd apparently read somewhere about his leg injury somewhere and had written him e-mail about it. and he told me he had indeed received it.
later on, more interesting things transpired, including a few kisses, etc. (no sex, or details thereof here.) but i woke up, just as i was realizing how buff he was in this dream. (think gods and monsters.)
so, while i don't think i would have given brendan fraser any space in my top ten list, dammit i wanted to finish that dream. i hate when that happens.
and why the hell did i ask him about e-mail? i think this speaks volumes about me... and, i think it's a bit scary too.
and how sad is it that i occasionally have sexy dreams about these sexy guys, and i never get to see how they end...
i guess the moral of this entry is, just feel sorry for me... because i feel sorry for you for reading this.