Thursday, July 30, 2009

Last night's dreams were brief but enjoyable. You can tell we were at my parents' house because we hadn't had sex in days and I was randy as hell. =)

In the first dream Kasia and I were at some event, which I could tell was a swingers party of some sort. We were sitting in fold up chairs on one side of this long table and a handsome looking guy approached us from the other side. He leaned over the table and gave Kasia a kiss, and then regained composure to look at me and determine if it was okay to proceed. I smiled and nodded, and he started to lean back over to give her another kiss. Before he made contact she stood up and walked over to his side of the table. She pushed him onto the table and jumped on top of him so that she was sitting on his waist area. As he started to lift up his shirt, revealing his nice chiseled chest, I scrambled to find her camera. I was soooo amazed that this was finally happening and also to see how into it she was getting (as I still assume that seeing her with another guy will always only be my fantasy and not hers). I looked around the room and noticed all these other couples sitting on each others' laps and kissing/ fondling each other,and I was SO completely elated. When I finally had the camera in my hands I could feel something had changed. Everything was dark and still. I opened my eyes to find myself back to consciousness, in a conservative looking bed in the spare room of my parents' house.

The second dream involved me meeting up with some friends back home early in the morning at someones apartment. Everyone had just been involved in a huge orgy and they were still randy when I arrived. Each girl came over to me and I lifted up my shirt for them. They each started licking my nipples and I knew I shouldn't be doing it but I started lifting up their shirts from the back in the hopes this would go further. One of them pulled away, obviously not willing to go any further, and I was so nervous for the rest of the dream, angry at myself for misjudging how far they were willing to go.

This is supposed to be a dream, damnit! And besides, they started it! : )

(These dreams both stem from an email we got from our friends yesterday telling us about their recent speed dating adventure, and how it sucked but they all ended up going out to the bars afterwards and our friends brought a bunch of frat boys home with them to drink and mess around until the wee hours of the morning.)

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

I was climbing up this hill with all these other people, and when we got to the top we were somehow in a hallway in front of a door on the top floor of some apartment building. There were only couples surrounding me so I started to introduce myself to them, as it appeared we were in some type of competition to win the apartment (?).

As I met all these people I kept trying to think of my partner's name,and I thought "Well how embarrassing that I don't even know my own husband's name!" I heard him introduce himself as Jason and I thought"Ohhh DUHHH! How could I forget my husband’s name when he has the same name as (my friend) Hilary's husband?!"

Then I was outside in the dark, and these two men had asked me to write some type of soliloquy on the hood of their station wagon with a gold-colored paint marker. There was already some strange Hebrew writing on the hood so I tried to write around it.

When I was just about finished I heard the men arguing, and one of them got into the back of the car with someone who was wearing nothing but tight white underwear. They kept the dome light on so I was able to sneak around and peek in on the action. The person in the white underwear was on their stomach and the other guy was pulling them down and digging his fingers into their asshole, and I was so scared that they would catch me standing there staring at them.

I heard someone else coming over to the car and I ran over to the other side of the car to make it seem as if I was still writing. The clothed guy got out of the car and there was another argument between the two men. The dome light was still on so I crept back over to the back of the car, and that's when I realized that the person in the underwear was a man. He may have been crying, and he had a poop stain in the crotch of his tighty- whiteys. Ugh. I was sooo grossed out.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

The first thing I remember was walking up a flight of stairs to use a public restroom. As soon as I started to "go" I was interrupted by someone knocking impatiently on the door. I yelled "occupied!" to let them know there was someone inside but it didn't seem to deter them. For some reason there was no wall in front of the toilet so all of the bathrooms on the entire floor were connected by a hallway in the front. The impatient people had somehow found their way to the hallway and came up in front of me as I was peeing.

This girl, no more than 14 or 15, she just stood directly in front of me with this arrogant smirk, like "I don't have to go anywhere." Frustrated, I leaned back and redirected the stream up towards her head, covering her face and chest with pee. It left a bright yellow-stained glow on her skin and clothes and I knew right then that she would be getting me in trouble for this.

At this point of the dream I realized that I was in a different country (India?) and the next thing I know I'm with Kasia and my family and we are all packing our bags waiting to be escorted out of the country. Ironically, I happened to possess a vinyl record of the girl I peed on, as it turned out she was a famous singer in that country and I had purchased a copy as a souvenir.

The last thing I remember is trying to unroll one of our sleeping bags so I could place the record inside of it and roll it back up because I knew they wouldn't let me keep it if they found it on me.

Friday, July 3, 2009

The first was Michael B. and I at a club and drinking ouzo and smoking cloves. I went outside to buy some cigs but instead I bought this huge eraser and markers so we could draw.

The second one involved going over to Michael Richard’s house at 6am and waking him and his boyfriend up so we could get an autograph and give him a "best of Seinfeld" video we put together.