It's official.
One or more of my personalities has a sick obsession with Claudio Sanchez.
I had a dream about him last night... and it isn't the first.
To be fair, he could have worse people dreaming about him. I'm not outwardly strange. If I am a stalker I'm a particularly lazy one so he needn't worry there.
If I met him I wouldn't try to smell him or rub myself on him. I'm pretty sure I could conduct myself quite normally in his presence, I just have these dreams about him.
The first time he had children with him and was mowing my lawn.
weird huh?
I thought so, especially since he's the only man I would cheat on my husband with.
But last night I thought I was finally getting into the good stuff.
He appears in my dream, normal situation, and then suddenly walks into my bedroom naked.
The chemical impulse draws us into each other arms... our lips meet passionately... and then...
nuthin'.
One of my other personalities hijacked my dreams and booted him out. The next thing I know I'm dreaming about some totally lame, mundane thing like washing dishes or brushing my teeth.
thanks a lot brain.
thanks for nuthin'
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