memorable

We were at some kind of huge house party. The place looked like a giant warehouse. At the entrance was a queen-sized bed where a girl, who we'll call Julie, was laying. She looked very sad so I naturally wanting to comfort every sad person I ever encounter went to go soothe her soul. I sat on the edge of the bed and asked what was wrong. I believe she said something about breaking up with her boyfriend. I got closer and gave her a comforting hug. Then, a girl who we'll call Tamy, arrived and laid down on the vacant side of the bed. She's texting on her phone. Now, a little background about Tamy: I've liked her for some time now and every time I see her, I get nervous and feel like I can fly with all the butterflies in my stomach.

So I get up and go around to her side and say hi. I was just about to start conversating when Julie starts to cry even harder, trying to catch my attention. And as I try to reach over to tap Julie on the back, I'm slyly going in between Tamy's legs and acting like I don't know it. But she looks at me oddly and me playing the fool act like it was an accident and get off her with a nervous laugh. I reach over to Julie and she picks her head up, eyeing me with a glint of what could be lust or love. She lunges at me trying to kiss me but I place an arm out and block her face. I push her off strongly and yell,
"What the hell are you doing?! Get the fuck off me?!"
So much for wanting to make people feel better, right? She responds,
"You are perfect for me Brian! You are so perfect for me!"
But I have absolutely no interest in this woman. And all the while this is happening, that girl I mentioned earlier, Tamy, is witnessing everything. But she is still texting on her phone acting like she's not paying attention.
"I can't make it seem like I'm interested in this girl. I still want a shot with Tamy!" I thought to myself. And I stormed away from the bed and into the interesting part of the warehouse, the dance hall.

Strangely, the lighting here was darker and the golden light of the previous segment of the warehouse did not seem to penetrate the dance hall. I'm pushing and shoving away dancers trying to reach the bathroom. I finally reach the bathroom and instead of a door, there was a drape that could be seen through if one tried hard enough. The wall the toilet was attached to barely reached up to my neck, hardly covering anyone trying to use the bathroom. But I unzip and relieve myself. I then see someone dragging Tamy to where I'm at and they're saying Tamy wants to talk to me. This action has been done in my real life. I tell her that I'm about done and I'll meet her at the bed (hehe). I finish paying the water bill and head through the sweaty dancers again to reach the bedroom once more. This next part is where the dream was the juiciest for me I see.

Tamy is all tucked into the bed laying on her side. She looks disappointed. I open the covers and lay next to her, adjusting the pillow so my eyes could be level with hers. She asked,
"Why didn't you kiss that girl earlier, huh? You really let her down..." and as she saying this, she looks away from me and looks almost jealous. I respond,
"I don't like her, how can I be forced to kiss someone who I have no interest in?" to which she replies,
"She seems like a nice girl. How can you expect to receive chances from someone when you yourself won't give girls chances?" I had a perfect rebuttal. In real life, I asked her out. And she turned me down . So I told her,
"Oh, kind of like how you gave me a chance when I asked you out, right?" I said that with so much sarcasm hoping she would get the message I was trying to convey. She was left speechless. All that came out of her mouth were small chuckles and broken explanations. But then, she stopped. And she no longer looked disappointed when she looked at me. She looked innocent with her big brown eyes. The eyes are the gateway to the soul, they say, and her soul was telling me that she indeed liked me, but something was getting in the way of us having a relationship. I could feel it. Then she smiled and said,
"Ok, but this is a one time thing." and she said something else but I can't remember what. Then, as we looked at eachother, I knew what was coming next. We both had a mutual understanding. It was as if telepathically she was telling me "Kiss me, you idiot." I reached my left arm over her right hip and placed my hand softly on the back of her head. I played with the curls of her ponytail for a second when I lean in close. She smiles and looks away for a second to lick her lips and straighten out. She turns to me and closes her eyes. I do the same. Then our lips touch in the gentlest, softest, warmest, and the most firework inducing kiss I have ever felt in my short 18 years of living. It wasn't wet, but it wasn't dry. I gripped her gently. It was like our lips were matched up perfectly by destiny to form the greatest and most passionate kiss ever. She kisses my upper lip as I kiss both of hers. I didn't put my tongue out, seeing as how I didn't want to seem like a pervert and ruin a passionate kiss. But her tongue touched the tip of mine, inviting me to explore her mouth. So I did, but only briefly and not like a starving wildebeest. And as I put out my lips to make another cycle, she quickly pulls back and ends it with a quick peck on my upper lip. She shrugs and then smiles at me. The dream fades. The feeling of that kiss still lingers on my lips as I type this. It was incredible ...