Originally posted by elizabeth:
ok now that i am at home, i can describe the weirder parts of my dream. it was not entirely sexual, but there were some intimate moments.
Well, we (Adam, me and others) were at this old house that was like a school. It was like a school in that we went from room to room listening to different lectures or talks or something. But it was like philosophy. For the most part, we were lounging on couches. In one room, there were only pillows on the floor. I grabbed one and flopped down and he flopped next to me.
Later in the dream I ran my hands down the front of the silk shirt (it was soo, soooo smooth) and I could feel his muscles and ribs through the fabric.......................................................................................................OH! SOrry! where was i? oh yeah, so i rubbed my hands down the front of his shirt.............................................................................................DAMN sorry. Ok, anyway, as i did YOU KNOW WHAT i remember saying to him, "you always have the sexiest clothes. We love that about you." (we meaning PLEBA.) He laughed. I remember seeing the flames on his shirt. White in color, short sleeve, button up. He was wearing jeans i think. Dark ones.
Anyway, we left the school-house and were meeting people to see a movie and then miniature golf. WHy? who knows. It was in Ireland, because the lady at the mini golf place I spoke to was irish. I said, "Hi I'm meeting some people here. Have you seen them?"
I don't know how she knew who I was meeting. It's a DREAM! But she said, "It is traditional that the men pick up their sweethearts at that fence there." She pointed to a little saggy wooden fence. It was all grey and weathered. I looked at it for awhile it seemed. Then she said "You should not be wearing red. It symbolizes that you are not modest." I was shocked! I look great in red! Anyway, the last thing I remember is waiting for adam to pick me up at the sweetheart fence.
