Because Sometimes...I Ramble

I've been having really weird dreams lately, but last night's were just...

First of all, I'm a freak about my bed (and this is in real life). I hate making my bed, and the side of my bed is up against the wall in my dorm...so I basically just peel back the covers in a diagonal and get in on the side that isn't against the all (well duh), and then when I get up in the morning, I just flip the covers back up. Ta-da! I hate it...absolutely hate it, if the covers come untucked from between my bed and the wall. It's a terrible inconvenience for me.

Well, in my dream, my roommate and I are getting ready for class...and she just waltzes over to my bed and rips the covers out of the crevice between my bed and and the wall...just to be mean (but she's really not mean). And so I freak out and start asking why she would do that because she knows how much it bothers me, etc.

She just laughs.

For some reason in my dream my roommate drives a bus, and we always just ride in the bus around town but take the car home. I'm not sure how she got the school bus to fit in the parking garage, but I wasn't too concerned with this is my dream. Either way, we were just walking along outside when we noticed a group of people looking up at a plane that was flying overhead...and then suddenly there was just this huge explosion, and everyone started scrambling about. Well, my roommate and I deciced it was definitely time to leave, so we started arguing over whether or not to take the school bus or the car. We finally settled on the car because, after all, we were leaving to go home.

That dream pretty much ended there, but another one started not too long after.

In this dream I was with ToFu, and we were just sitting on his bed in his house. Except that his bed nor his house looked anything like his bed or his house in actuality...but I didn't realize that in my dream. In my dream I felt like everything was normal, even the fact that he was here, and not in Italy.

Well, his family was getting ready to go on a trip somewhere, and we were just lounging on his bed, watching TV. My pants were off for some reason, even though nothing sexual was happening. Actually, come to think of it, I think my panties were off as well. Because when his dad barged in the room ToFu yelled at him to get out because he didn't want him to see my pubic hair. (Of all the things to be worried about?) To which his dad replied that if he wanted to see my pubic hair, he could. In fact, if he wanted to touch my pubic hair, he could, he said. I laughed at this, not because I was offended or disgusted, and retorted that he would never touch my pubic hair! I'm guessing this came off sounding like some kind of dare, because when I hopped off the bed and slipped into my panties, ToFu's dad slid his hand into them, barely grazing the top of the line where my pubic hair begins. I was shocked, and gasped! But I wasn't bothered.... He winked at me like it was our secret, or something, because ToFu hadn't seen.

Well, I said ToFu's house was different in this dream...and it definitely was because there was a McDonald's or something attached right on to his house. So, after his family left, we wandered over to the McDonald's for whatever reason. I'm not really sure. Either way, there was a bathtub in the McDonald's, and we just filled the tub with water, stripped our clothes off, and relaxed in it. I remember suggesting to him that we have sex in the bathtub, but he told me that we couldn't do that because his grandmother was in the room. Sure enough, behind the tub there was a little old lady who looked nothing like either of ToFu's grandmothers. In fact, she looked more like Joey's grandmother who speaks no English (on Friends). I told him that he was right, we couldn't have sex in front of his grandmother. So I asked if we could just go back to his bedroom, in his house, since his family was gone. And he complained that his bed was too small (even though it was at least a full size bed). I don't know why he would say that, honestly. But I started rubbing myself against his dick in the tub, and I guess he finally got the message that I was serious...I wanted to fuck...right then. So we got ourselves out of the bathtub and I headed back towards his bedroom...when I noticed that he'd simply sat himself down at a table and ordered a bowl of queso. By that time I was angry, and that's all I remember.

This wasn't the first dream I've had about ToFu's dad. Actually, I've had dreams about other dads of guys that I've been with. The thing about me is, I find myself attracted to guys whose dad I...appreciate. I'm picky about my word choice here because I, in no way, want the wrong message to be conveyed here. It's like, I have respect for ToFu's dad...I adore who he is, as a person, as a man, as a husband, as a father. And I know I give ToFu a hard time about the likeness he portrays of his dad, but the truth is...it turns me on (and not always in a sexual way). It turns me on to the idea of him, of us, in our future. Honestly, I love that he resembles his dad - it gives me something to look forward to.

But I think sometimes my "dream conscience" takes it too far. My dream conscience wants to make my feelings about ToFu's dad something that they are not. But I am secure enough in how I view this that the awkwardness I feel after such a dream fades away throughout the day.

So, HA HA, dream conscience.