I began this post earlier as: “Today has been a total mind-fuck from hell…” but then I hit the backspace button because it actually hasn’t been all that bad. However, I did wake up sneezing, coughing, and feverish with a fucking cold. Not to mention that I also woke up at 2:00 in the afternoon. Yes, the queen of four hour sleeps, slept hard-core for exactly 10 uninterrupted hours. People only sleep this long after they’ve worked for 12 hours or have been up all night drinking, yet neither of those things happened to me yesterday.
Apparently I was pretty busy last night in my sleep, though because I had a series of crazy dreams. They were filled with conflicting emotions and creepy relationships, which kind of left me with the feeling of ‘blah’ today. Except there was one highlight, a part of a dream that was so erotic that it should be crowned ‘King of All Dream Snippets’ by whoever may hand out those awards.
And yet, it was only a kiss. A deep, passionate kiss. I shared this with a certain somebody that I cannot name because then I’d be too embarrassed and would have to drop off the net forever or at the very least recreate my identity on the net. It’s safe to say that names will NOT be named. No, it was not Mr. Dave Matthews.
I imagine I was feeling frisky in my fevered slumber because out of the blue this certain sexy man shows up out of nowhere and flashes a smirk like Dave Matthews gives us in the video Crash Into Me. You know the part, when he says, “hike up your skirt a little more and show your world to me.” That part alone made that video – 5 seconds of pure sex genius. But anyway, this gorgeous dream man then pushes against my body right there in front of God, Jesus and the Seven Dwarfs, mauls my tongue with his and I slowly melted like buttah. I still remember the distinct smell of his leather jacket and the rugged feel of his skin next to mine. A real life kiss just doesn’t feel this good. I swear to all that is crazy, our souls touched; the sky opened, angels sang above us and the world was right again. Fuck me man, a good therapist would have a field day with my head. Moving along.
Before my cold could get any worse, I decided to hit up the store today and fill-up on a supply of tissues, soups, hot teas and ginger ale. Yeah, I know, ginger ale is for upset tummies, but I crave that shit like it’s the last drop of water on earth when I have a head cold. So, here I sit, all congested and feeling yucky, drinking hot tea and remembering that kiss…oh, the memory of that glorious kiss will remain with me for days. I should get colds more often. 
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“he then pushes against my body and right there in front of God, Jesus and the 7 Dwarfs mauls my tongue with his and I slowly melted like buttah. I still remember the smell of his leather jacket and the feel of his skin next to mine. A real life kiss just doesn’t feel this good. I swear to all that is crazy, our souls touched; the sky opened, angels sang above us and the world was right again”
I need a moment
……*steamin*……okay done 
I want to know the exact symptoms & concotion of medication that made up the entree resulting in this serve of sexual tension…. I so want some
You are a very savvy writer my twinster :*
Sounds like that kiss will help your cold more than anything! Best, -V
Wow!
Our sick dreams are not so enticingly hot. In fact they kind of suck, unless you like dreams about being eaten by bears, or falling off cliffs or being shot by intruders.
We need to catch more of your type of cold!
A fun read!
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