Freudian Snip

I had this dream about Guitar Hero. It's one of those teasingly realistic dreams that leaves you half wondering if it really happened. It starts out with me cutting her hair- I cut all of my friends' hair- in my dorm room, Fiona Apple in the background. It's all friendly enough. But as I'm leaning down to snip away some hair near her face, she leans upwards- ever so slightly- and places her perfect, apple-red lips on my neck. And again. And again. Mmm.

The dream tension escalated as her lips moved deep kisses over my neck, up to nibble slightly at my ears, down to caress my cleavage and back up again to my cheek, finally pressing against my mouth. It was so real- I could taste her, feel her, smell her. Vanilla, she smelled like vanilla. The scissors forgotten, I straddled her and buried my hands in her hair, kissing her ripe lips and touching her face and neck. Then... my phone rang. Thank you, Bruh, for interrupting my adulterous dream meanderings with a too-early phone call. Le sigh.

Now that I think about it, the dream is actually sort of remniscent of an actual makeout session I had with Old Faithful a very, very long time ago, when we were still dating. We got stoned to the point of oblivion one night, came back to her dorm room, and spent at least an hour just sucking face with me straddling her in her desk chair. It kept rocking back and forth, and I hit my head on the beam of her loft bed at least four times. I remember finding that very funny. That was probably the hottest scenario we ever experienced together.

I just love to be on top. ;)