August Male Dreams

I have had dreams since I last wrote(or updated) in here. This entry is from August 2006, while staying at my Grandma's for a short-lived move back the West.

Please keep in mind, I have my dirtiest dreams while in my Grandma's house(I don't know why). But this, isn't really dirty, just surreal and lofty, I suppose.

Some woman comes to the house, and asks me and some other person to babysit her kids across the street, at what appears to Mikey's house. We agree. When we go the next day, the woman tells us this is the home of Ned Brower(from the band, Rooney), and Sarah Morris.



When we go inside, there's a Police precinct on the top floor. We go below deck, and there lies Sarah and Ned's home. Little mementos of theirs lie around, and it appears the only people there are the woman and her unruly kids. After the woman takes her kids with her, my friend and I are stupefied as to what our actual purpose is.



Just then, out walks Sarah Morris, and she says goodbye and leaves. Ned then appears, talking on a cellphone. Matt and Robert lazily schlump across the room. Robert falls upon the couch, and Matt isn't too far behind after grabbing a chocolate.



I am sitting diagonal to Robert, in an over sized armchair, just basking in the reality of being within inches of any member of Rooney.



Robert and Matt look over to me, ask what I am doing there. "My friend and I supposedly watching her kids, which she took with her." They both nod their heads. I get up to go to the window, when Robert stands upon ceremony. I abruptly stop. Robert says something, which I don't remember, and puts his arm around my lower back. He then kisses me. I actually felt the sensation.  Matt then stands up, and grabs me. By this time, he's got his chocolate in his mouth. But one of the candy eyes won't break for him to chew. He sits down, and I sit on his lap. In a fit of doing things I don't normally do, I was kissing his lips, his neck, his ear, anything to get a reaction. He just shoves me away. "I can't get this damn piece of candy to break." After another two minutes of my kisses and cuddles, he rips the candy violently from his lips, and tosses it to the floor. He grabs me by my waist, and kisses me passionately. In reality, I felt nothing, which saddened me. I then woke up as Matt and Robert began the same morning ritual again.



But, my beautiful imagination allowed me to finish it up. Here goes:



Matt and Robert schlump to the living room. I am standing against the wall, waiting to go to the bathroom. Robert points his fingers and clicks his tongue in passing. Matt makes a beeline for me, and says, "I will make an example of you." He grabs me.



"Matt, you can't make an example of a person, if they don't want to be," I stammered. He just smiled in a way that stated, "Hell yes, you can," he grabs me again, and dips me over in a kiss. I don't ever recall being let up, but I must have.