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| Saturday, May 21st Dreams..... On a message board (an Alan Rickman fan site) I belong to, someone asked about dreams...I thought I'd share :) My dreams are strange and always have been, one of the reasons for my interest in dream interpretation. They are always very vivid. Alot of times it's like I'm at the theater watching myself in a movie, with the knowledge that other people are scattered throughout the theater (are they having my dream?!). Sometimes there are commercial breaks in the movie...and I'm annoyed as I watch the screen waiting for the dream to continue (just another peak into my weirdness for you). They are always in color, I feel sooo sorry for those who dream in b&w!! I can't figure out why people would dream in b&w since they don't see the world that way when they are awake..... I haven't had any "good" dreams (wink wink, nudge nudge) about Alan lately. I do keep having one recurring dream: I walk into a cafe in Knotting Hill. I have on a pretty yellow sundress with a hat, the wind blows my long blonde hair around my shoulders as I enter. Alan is sitting off to the right at a small square table with a burgandy table cloth reading the paper and drinking a cup of coffee. He is wearing jeans and a cream colored button-down. I think to myself, "That color doesn't look good on him AT ALL" (because of his washed out hair). He glances up at me and gives me a small smile & a wink (the hubby is next to me so nothing TOO obvious). I smile bashfully and look down feeling the heat on my face hoping my husband doesn't notice. We are seated off the the left and I am facing Alan. Note just for fun: My husband says he ALWAYS has to sit facing the door. He says that because he is a cop/soilder that he MUST see what's coming through the door at all times for safetys sake. I think this is bascially bullshit and he just wants to check out the babes and shew away any x-gfriends that try to wander our way so I don't make a scene and embarrass him. Because we never, and I mean NEVER, go anywhere without running into an x-gfriend of his...the MAN WHORE! Anyway...back to the dream: We keep stealing glances at each other.... Now, this is where the dream changes from time to time. Sometimes I excuse myself from the table and Alan meets me in the restroom. He walks in, locks the door and he pushes me up against the wall where I wrap my legs around him. We kiss and kiss, his lips are so soft, yet his kisses are hard. I have on my dress with no panties underneath, it takes but a moment for him to release his manhood and enter me. He thrusts until we are completely satisfied in each other. His lips rarely leave mine until the end. In the other version he comes over to the table, takes my right hand into his left, gazes down into my eyes and (without looking at my hubby) says, "My I take your beautiful wife out tonight? There is a wonderful play this evening that I know she'd love." My hubby looks at me (I can see him out of the corner of my eye as I'm locked into Alans mesmorizing gaze) and says, "Hey, it's that Snake guy isn't it? [pause] Yeah, whatever dude, have fun." Seems like he'd wonder HOW Alan would know me well enough to know what I would "love"........ No, Snake was not a typ-o...that is what he calls him...guess that's his way of being nasty about him since he's a little jealous. He fusses everytime I watch an Alan movie... I never do get to the play though! The dream ends there : ( BUT....I do have another recurring dream where we are at a play together and afterwards we go for a stroll through a park-like area and have a pic-nic under the stars....I'll let you guess what is for dessert. |
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