Someone on Twitter (not me) is writing of their erotic dream from last night. It involves Jim Halpert (of The Office) and drugs.
I don’t have that many erotic dreams anymore, and when I do they always feature my husband. (awwww!)
What I do have are the dreams where some random person has fallen completely in love with me. There’s never any sex, but there’s a lot of flirting and pursuing and note-passing. It’s like some Victorian virgin is scripting my subconscious. And you know, it wouldn’t be so bad if that’s all there was to it. Those dreams remind me of the early dating days when I would get all excited over held hands or a mixed tape.
The thing is, it’s always the most random person about whom I never give another thought otherwise. One time it was that obnoxious Dan guy who did commercials for Rivergate Toyota. A few nights ago it was this guy. Yes, that’s correct. The dude from Food Network’s “Diners, Drive-ins and Dives” is sending me mash notes in my sleep.
I think this now means I’m an old woman. While you other people are out doing the horizontal bop with hotties from Prime Time, my dream self is coquetting with cable-channel doofi. I have a feeling that my next dream flirtation is going to be with one of the men who announces jewelry on QVC.