It shouted out "he's an ass who would make you miserable," or at least, I assume that was a major point of the dream I had last night.
I frequently don't remember my dreams past an hour after waking. I might remember bit parts or familiar players on occasion, but rarely. Usually, I dream in full color though there is the occasional black and white (which tend to be doozies). I have one reoccurring dream that I can't even describe because I never remember it but even in the dream I think, "I've dreamt this before." There are also two people that show up about once a year (in separate dreams) that I haven't seen in person for over a decade. Yes, they're both guys, and yes, they're it's always a sex dream. One of the guys always makes me feel like a Reba song (She thinks his name was John) because his first name was John but I can't remember his last name anymore. You know, that is something for a shout out to people I went to middle and high school with; what was John's last name? For some reason, I think it starts with a "B." He was around average height for a guy, dark hair, kind of pale, a gorgeous smile, dimples to die for, and he usually wore jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black motorcycle jacket. I don't think he was in high school with us the entire time though. Oddly, his dreams are always in black and white.
To last night's dream...it took place in a dorm but it didn't look like one I'd ever lived in. The walls were painted warm colors. Now that I think of it, they were the same colors that the corridors are painted at work. No overhead lights were used, only warm toned lamps. He and I were reclining back on a bed being used as a couch watching TV (no idea what we were watching though). Suddenly, without doing more than shifting the boxer shorts we each were wearing, we were having sex and he transformed into "the man who would not move." If you haven't read, Jill Connor Browne's Sweet Potato Queens Book of Love, you really should. It's hysterically funny and part of it has the story as told to her by a friend of "the redheaded man who would not move." In my version of it, he has dark hair and isn't heavy but he was very much "the man who would not move." Bam, that was the sex. Well, I guess not "bam." There really was no "bam" involved. He got up to clean up and I told him I was heading back to my room to clean up too.
Once there, I wiped up with some tissues and handy wipes from a pop up dispenser (kind of like the ones used for Clorox wipes). The handy wipes had something written on them but it was blurred (duh, marker on damp cloths will do that). In the dream, I knew what it was. That's gone now though. A couple of friends came in at that point and we got to talking. "The man who would not move" wandered into my room looking for me and I told him that I got distracted but the guys coming in. Shut up, Soli, that's not a double entendre. He was looking for praise and I essentially patted him on the head while thinking, "he's 'the man who would not move'."
The funny thing is I know this guy in real life. I had the chance to get involved and it didn't work out (we never even kissed). My subconscious seems to have fully ensconced the idea that it will never happen which my conscious mind realized long ago. Now every time I see him, I will think "there's the man who would not move."
Note: I have never dated nor been intimate in any way with the 3 guys mentioned above. I've hugged them and I think that's it.
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