there are two kinds of people.
those who can remember their dreams.
and the others.

for 23 years, i thought i was happy with being of the first kind. it’s much cooler in social gatherings when you can just start to tell some really weird dream, or a happy one, or positively, anything you like.
there are just a few rare occasions when i wake up and the dream hits me, with precise details, images, sensations, and i’m like “oh my god, no, this isn’t possible :eek:”

right.
basically, there could be nothing wrong with That dream.
the place is great : my parents place, but just a part of it,
the action is great : sex, but not the whole of it,
the person is cool also : cute, but i won’t go further about that (i’ll just state that it’s not someone of my family, if that can reassure some of my readers)

the problem stands in the final equation because place + action + person = ewww + laughing hard + :eek:

so now i’m trying to figure out why i’ve made That dream, you know, but i’ll try to stick to the fact that i’m too deranged to have responsible and explicable dreams :D

yet, i certainly wish i could ask to someone what the hell was their dreams last night.
just in case they happened to drop by my parent’s kitchen, and why the hell they chose THAT counter. (i woulnd’t need to ask what they were thinking, cause i have a pretty good idea about that)
and if this person is the other kind of people, it doesn’t matter, i have memories for two of That dream.