my slumber was plagued with strange dreams last night. strange dreams that i’m even having trouble describing to myself.

first, i was in a nice hotel room, sleeping, kind of. because shawn, my coworker, was in the bed with me. sort of sitting on the edge of the bed telling me about his girl troubles. he was considering breaking up with his long-time girlfriend in order to pursue this 23-year-old single mother. all the while he’s moaning about his problems, he’s feeling me up. he’s got a breast in each hand, and he’s going on and on about these women. i’m just listening for the most part and well, frankly, enjoying the attention. he makes a move to put one of my nipples in his mouth.
“you can’t do that,” i said.
“yes, i can. it’s company property.”
“no, it’s my property.”
“but you’re on company time.”
“oh, ok.”

it was so weird. that’s all i really remember.

then i dreamt that i was living with carrie bradshaw from sex in the city and i was trying to get ready for my date. but our gay neighbor javier (from felicity) was leaving and i kept calling him pedro and i was crying saying good bye and what not, and then went back to getting ready only my hairdryer wouldn’t work.