I had a fantastic dream last night. I was dating Matt Damon and was experiencing all of the first feelings you have when you’re attracted to someone. Can’t wait for them to touch you, thrilled when they smile at you, goosebumps when they say your name… all that stuff. I also vaguely remember making out with him in the dream… He was a good kisser.
It was an epic dream… felt like days and days. And I woke up with a warm, content and yet excited feeling.
I’ve always thought Matt Damon was attractive, but now I have a full-blown celebrity crush.
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Frikkin frackin mother truckin’ smilies.
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My Best Dream Ever:
I was in my childhood church, sitting behind the pulpit, looking out at the congregation. Suddenly Earth, Wind & Fire came busting in the back door, wearing white spandex jumpsuits trimmed in rainbow-colored feathers, and singing “Devotion”.
In the dream, I was so tickled that I fell out of my chair laughing. When I woke up, I was laughing out loud.
In my Second Best Dream Ever, I reluctantly attended church with my sister, and when we walked in, the choir was singing Parliament’s “Up For The Down Stroke.”
Hmmm, are you noticing a pattern here? Do you think it means that I worship at the altar of 70s funk bands?
There is entirely too much happiness and love and 70s music in this thread to suit me. I must cast a sickly pallor on this joyful little scene and share the dream from which I just awakened.
At the heart of the dream, I threw myself into my ex’s arms, sobbing. (We were together for over a year, broke up around November). We were surrounded by friends and co-workers, who stared on while I begged him to stop being an asshole to me, promised that I would do the same if he would only be my friend. “Can’t you remember how good we were for each other? We were friends,” I cried into his shoulder. He cringed each time I reminded him of the good old happy days, and best of all, hugged me closer. He felt bad, and guilty, and he wanted to be my friend…it was exhilarating. It had all been a big mistake, a nightmare, and now we could be together again in some way…
Then I woke up, horrified. My ex wouldn’t let me touch him with a ten-foot-pole. And if he did, he’d swipe my feet out from underneath me and ridicule me first. Want to be my friend? What a joke. For that matter, why do I want to be his friend again when he is clearly uninterested in this idea? And would rather harrass and insult me to all of our friends?
I’ve never felt so lame and lonely and pathetic after a dream before. I want to die.