I had just moved to a new city where everyone jogged every day and a parade went down the main street every afternoon. My cousin Christian and his wife were there and most of the dream was us jogging through the city (which was due to the conversation she and I had about jogging around Central Park when they come to visit NYC next summer).

When we got home Hilary and Jason were there taking a nap in the spare bedroom, and somehow we all ended up on our backs stacked on top of one another. I was on the bottom, Jason was on top of me, and Hilary was on top of both of us. Both of them were sleeping, and I was slowly rubbing my hands along her sides, my fingers becoming numb from the fabric of her sweater, and each time I passed over the lumps of the sides of her breasts I could feel my heartbeat rise and I just hoped Jason didn't wake up and notice it.

I must have fallen asleep (in my dream!) and when I woke up Hilary and Jason were no longer in the room. I went into the kitchen and Hilary was on a bar stool talking to my mom. She was wearing a short skirt with her legs open just wide enough for me to see her panties, and when I looked up at her face she was smirking, giving me the look that said "are you enjoying the show?" She asked if I wanted to go for a run and I of course agreed, as that's what everyone did in this new town and who was I to reject tradition? As I walked back to the bedroom to change she said "and you don't need to wear a suit coat when you jog" and I thought "damn, I think that's her way of telling me I look pretentious wearing my suit jacket around the house.