Dish is thankful. While repellent in waking life, my beauty has been redeemed in the subconscious. The universe has given me what I've always wanted: An erotic dream about Gale Harold. I didn't ask for it and for once, instead of Tom Cruise or Burt Reynolds (so not fun), I got my dream-dreamboat Gale. I won't go into detail in case my aunt is reading but my R.E.M. state did such nasty, ungodly things last night and it was so good, I'm actually having trouble walking today--though this is probably lower back pain from thirty years of long-distance running.Life is beautiful again. I wish this on every fan of Gale.
2 comments:
Ah, the loneliness of the long-distance runner...
Congrats on your dream conquest. I remember when I had a similar dream about Matt Damon. He was...and then I was...and then we...oh, I just can't go into it. Suffice it to say, waking reality was a horrible, horrible phrase for me that day.
I understand perfectly...Matt Damon is a nice choice made by your subconscious (and conscious?)?
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