Naughty Dreams!

I never tell Shawn about naughty dreams. That would be suicide. He actually gets jealous of my dreams. A couple times he has dreamed that I cheated on him (which I wouldn't do since I hate people in general) and woke up in the morning $%^@ mad at me!

Since Shawn hates to read (he's a numbers guy) I'm confident he'll never see this.

Dream #1 Ugh. I am pretty embarrassed to admit this even here. Where no one even knows me or what I even look like. Or even my last name. Alright, here goes. A couple months ago I had a dream I was all hot and bothered over (choke) Justin Timberlake.

AUGHHHHH!
In the dream we knew each other and were (cough, hack) dating!
I woke up very confused! Why Timberlake? Why, why, why, WHY?

I think I must've seen him on TV the day before and somehow he sank into the back recess of my brain. When I got out of bed, I showered for 57 minuets and brushed my teeth with a half tube of toothpaste. I shaved ever strand of hair from every part of my body. Then I showered again. I just felt so....dirty.


Dream #2 Ok, I know where this one came from. Shawn is less geekier than I, but this was his suggestion. We bought the collection of Indiana Jones movies on DVD while we were on vacation from work. After watching all 3 movies over a few days, I had a dream I was hot for Indiana. Not Harrison Ford. Indiana.

And I was hot in my dream! I had a smokin' body, great movie hair and perfect teeth! When I woke up, I was more disappointed about looking into the mirror. I had reverted back to being 5 feet tall with an A cup.

An A CUP!
How disappointing.

Harrison Ford is attractive, though I was never ga-ga over him or even considered him as one my celebrity crushes. However, this is a PG blog, and I will not go into details about the dream. Use your imaginations, kiddies.

I'll help you. It was pretty nasty. In a good way.
Don't tell Shawn. I'll never hear the end of it.