||[Mar. 26th, 2004|10:16 am]
|||||Transylvanian Concubine - Rasputina||]|
Had a funny dream last night. About trying to get *****'s husband to cheat on her...or maybe saying that he shouldn't. I never figured out who was the one out of us who was even attempting no. I never have actual sex dreams, just the little play up to it. But that wasn't what the problem was. She treated him horridly for some reason. I can't picture ***** that way...and it wasn't ***** she was married to, although she must have been at one point because we were talking about the kids father with respect and that obviously couldn't be the current husband because she acted like he was the carny trash she just happened to pick up and feel charitable towards. Anyways, this new husband was also someone I used to date and dream about alot. ***** ******. You know, name carved into ankle. Hrm. Seriously doubting that the boy would ever interest me. Haven't seen him in years though so who's to say right? It was fun after all, and terribly cuddly. Bleh. I'm not awake and later this warm fuzzy feeling I have of being loved and hurt will disappear and this writing will mean nothing to me, so why I bother to document the fact that yes, I do have feelings puzzles me.