Yeah, I'm betting it's stress related.
Last night I dreamt that I was at my mom's house, and it was in the middle of the night and I was outside for some reason. I could hear music coming from the upstairs window of one of the houses across the street, that sounded like someone playing some kind of wind instrument, like an old wooden flute or something like that. But it was so enchanting...kinda renaissance sounding, and I just layed down on the sidewalk, listening to it and imagining that it was some really hot guy playing it heh. I saw some fireworks in the sky as well...just one or 2 really small, quiet ones, way off in the distance. Then the music stopped, and I heard something that sounded like someone piling bricks or rocks from the same window. Then I heard someone get on a motorized scooter and ride it around one of the driveways. I got up off the sidewalk and saw a guy riding the scooter, and I knew he was the one who had been playing the music, then laying the bricks. He looked like that dude that's married to jessica Simpson:
http://www.askmen.com/men/entertainm...lachey_150.jpg
Anyway, I stood up and said "Hey, what are you doing?"
guy: Nothing...I was just laying some bricks.
me: No no no, not that...the music. It was so beautiful.
guy: Oh yeah, that was me....you liked that? :ohyahbaby:
* guy starts to walk toward me
me: Oh hell yeah
Then he just approached me and without so much as a word or warning, he got on his knees, lifted my skirt and went down on me. The weird thing though was I remember thinking "Meh, this is not bad, but it's not really what I was expecting." But he kept going, then we started making out and I was getting into it more, Finally our lower bodies were naked, and I grabbed his dick and was getting ready to slide it in, when he stopped me and pulled away. I said "WTF" and as he was buttening his pants back up he said "Sorry, but I seem to be having a bit of a problem with vaginas lately."
me: What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You mean you think you might be gay?!?!
guy: No, it's more of a skdhgfsfdkhfdgg (couldn't understand him, but I think he was making a condom reference, to which I was about to reply "Well if it's a matter of condoms, I can fucking go get one RIGHT NOW" but it was too late, and he was gone). :blue:
- then later the dream about me and Chris in a public bathroom and I had a blister inside my mouth that kept filling with puss until it was the size of a melon, so I went to the mirror and took a pin and lanced it, and a bucket's worth of warm puss just swooshed all over me :makeitstop: so I grabbed a rag and started cleaning myself off as fast as possible because I was afraid the puss would cover my body in blisters or something and then I woke up. Oh and there was some odd blueish-green crumbly looking poop all over the back of the toilet seat in that bathroom, that WASN'T mine or Chris's.
I fucking hate my dreams lately.
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