Hormones
The moon
Those really hot California winds that make people go extra crazy in that one episode of 90210
That’s just the beginning of my list of possible explanations for the current rash of wacky dreams I’m experiencing. As you can see, I’m really grasping.
Too many foreign films
New sheets
I haven’t been eating any strange foods before bed so I’m having a hard time understanding why, suddenly, all the kissing dreams?
Oh yeah. I’m having kissing dreams. Not hot, steamy sex dreams. Kissing dreams. The ones that, when you wake up, make you want to get back to sleep and finish the deal. Or at least get someone’s clothes off.
Last night, I dreamed that I was kissing Todd, aka Indie Rock Boy from days of blogging yore. And because Todd’s the kind of guy not to take that thing too seriously (i.e. worry I’m pining to have his babies) I dropped him an email to let him know he was… on my mind.
H: Dude, I had a kissing dream about you last night. Awesome.
IRB: Solid. Was it hot?
H: Yeah, it was pretty hot. But you know, chaste. All involved parties were clothed.
IRB: Chaste? That doesn't sound like my style at all.
H: Please. You know chaste. We made out like, SEVERAL times in cabs and everyone still went home to their own beds. Wicked chaste.
IRB: Such a gentleman. Those were some fun days. It was so worth it to be immortalized in your daily fishy chronicles.
H: Daily fishy chronicles. You mean, it wouldn't have been worth it otherwise?? You bastard.
Todd and I had a relationship based on… well, making out. We worked together for a spell, which outlawed anything more than email flirting and lunch at the river. But as soon as he took a better job at a firm up the street, it was game on. Frankly, I’m surprised we weren’t blacklisted from Boston taxis. It’s true what they say. All good things must come to an end. But I guess what’s why we have blogs. So guys like Todd will always feel like an extra in a short-lived tv sitcom.
IRB: That's the stuff that Legends are made of. The ENIGMA that is or was IRB. *Sniff* I'm a Tshirt slogan.
Indie Rock Boy: he'll make you miss your stop.
am I first? Holy crap its a miracle. I would rather have kissing dreams than the ridiculous dog dreams I've been having...maybe I need a dose of IRB to get me out of the convent that I like to call my dreams.
Posted by: Jasika at June 22, 2005 03:56 PMI had a dream recently that ended with me making out with Julie Delpy. Not sure what it means, particuarly since I've never met Ms. Delpy, but, you know, I wasn't going to analyze it too closely...
Posted by: Frankenstein at June 22, 2005 03:59 PMWhat are the effects of PBR on IRB focused kissing dreams?
I just wanted to use my favorite 3-letter abreviation. Next to NWA, of course. Represent for the streets, Fish!
Posted by: Mike at June 22, 2005 05:02 PMI knew a Todd that was a faboo kisser. Seriously. I think we may have given a few people quite a good show in the parking log of Elias brothers...and the back seat of our friends' moving car...and...okay, you get the picture. He had a distinct liking for kissing in cars as well...I wonder...
Posted by: kassi at June 22, 2005 05:26 PMi love kissing dreams, but i always wake up just as they start getting good. i'd love to find out what makes me have them and i'd make sure and eat/do that every night before bed. :)
Posted by: red at June 22, 2005 06:30 PMI haven't had a kissing dream in a while...and I love them as well. If you figure it out pass along the secret ingredients because it may just be marketable.
Posted by: kassi at June 22, 2005 07:16 PMtrying to figure out what I can cook for dinner to have my own kissing dream.
Posted by: rg at June 22, 2005 08:27 PMSo jealous. I think you have a more pure soul than I do. I always dream that my ex dies an untimely death! What does that say about me? Although, I SO don't want to have a dream of kissing him. Ick. Kissing dreams with someone like your IRB, I could handle.
Posted by: knowsitall at June 22, 2005 08:46 PM
very cool blog
sofa king we todd did ;)
Posted by: Kat at June 23, 2005 08:54 AMi giggled at the fact that he said "solid"
i've never heard that in that context before :P
I had a total sex dream about Robbie Williams, and where the hell in my twisted subconscious that came from, I have no clue. I don't even like his music. The mind can truly be bizarre.
Posted by: Ari at June 24, 2005 01:05 PMthat's hysterical. i used to have kissing dreams ALL THE TIME. about a very platonic friend who just happens to be hot. then i met his brother and had kissing dreams about him, too.
crazy.