I had this horrible dream last night that I was covered with these:
I woke up in the middle of it because I was thrashing around trying desperately to knock them off. I kicked the boyfriend in the leg I was jerking around so much. And I was terrified upon waking, and tried to describe the dream, upon which the boyfriend told me to whisper and then promptly fell back asleep.
Ass.
This morning he's up, getting ready for work, I'm still trying to sleep a little longer, and he starts telling me about some goddamned dream of his where we were in the audience of a talk show watching Owen and Luke Wilson on stage.
Apparently they began to have sex and pour liquor all over themselves, and I jumped onstage and joined in, and the boyfriend started screaming at me.
Double ass.
I woke up in the middle of it because I was thrashing around trying desperately to knock them off. I kicked the boyfriend in the leg I was jerking around so much. And I was terrified upon waking, and tried to describe the dream, upon which the boyfriend told me to whisper and then promptly fell back asleep.
Ass.
This morning he's up, getting ready for work, I'm still trying to sleep a little longer, and he starts telling me about some goddamned dream of his where we were in the audience of a talk show watching Owen and Luke Wilson on stage.
Apparently they began to have sex and pour liquor all over themselves, and I jumped onstage and joined in, and the boyfriend started screaming at me.
Double ass.
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