Sweet dreams are made of this

All this week I have had the strangest dreams, and I have no idea why. Especially since every one of my dreams had a lot of people in them that have no connection to each other except to me.

I have been tired as hell all week. I don’t know if it's from all these weird dreams or not. Early this morning I was woken up twice. Once I was able to get back to sleep, the dream I had this morning was the strangest of them all. The dream I had had Paris Hilton in it. WTF!? Now why in the hell would I have a dream that included Paris of all people? I haven’t read anything on the internet about her yesterday, or all this week for that matter. I’m stumped on that one! And she definitely didn’t fit in with the other people that were also in the dream.

From what I can remember, I had been on a plane headed to Vermont. The plane landed at this airport in New Hampshire (I’m assuming it was Manchester, since that is the only airport I have been to in New Hampshire numerous times) where I was dropped of at a place that had these shuttle trains that went into Vermont and Massachusetts. Which is odd in itself since there is no such shuttle train like the one my dream had. This is where Paris Hilton popped into the dream; she was with me as I was at the platform waiting for the train to Vermont. I had noticed her and she looked lost (yeah, go figure!) and I just walked up to her and started talking to her. After talking a bit, it turned out that Paris was also headed into Vermont and getting of at the same stop as me. So I told her to just stick with me and I’d help her along her journey.

The weird thing is that when we started talking it was like we had been friends forever. I knew she was Paris Hilton, this famous person, but it mattered to me not. I was treating her like she was one of my good friends and she treated me the same. A couple of girls noticed her and came up to her wanting her autograph, after they left I just continued on talking to her like it was no big thing. (Like I'm with a lot of people who are always asked for their autograph, cuz I'm coo' like that!) I did aske her if all that was weird but I can't remember what in the hell she said to me.

We eventually get on the train and start our ride into Vermont. But this is where it gets a little weird. We ended up at this big ritzy hotel (no, not a Hilton) where they had this big indoor pool. We hung out at this pool for some time, then the next thing I know we are back on the shuttle train again, headed towards Massachusetts.

I can remember thinking that I had come out to Vermont to see Drew, but he didn’t meet me like he said he would. (Okay, I can see where that came from!) So Paris and I are back on this train and I call my girl friend Erin up to tell her that Drew fucked up as usual and that I was headed to her place, but I wasn’t sure what the name of the stop was. The whole time Paris is still with me, just hanging out and talking and shit. I’m still on the phone with Erin and she asks me what stop we just past. I ask Paris what the stop was and relay it back to Erin. She tells us to get off at the next stop.

The next stop was where Paris just vanishes from my dream, and the next thing I know I am at Erin’s place. She must have told me that she wasn’t going to be home, but told me where the spare key was cause the next thing I remember I was in her place. Which in my dream, looked nothing like her place at all. What is really weird is that this place looked like an apartment that I had been inside of in Rutland, Vermont.

I can’t remember much after getting to Erin’s except that I was having fun all by myself and a cyber skin dildo. (Yeah, go ahead, ask me how I know it was a cyber skin dildo. Maybe because I have one! Hehehe.) Yeah, Uhmmm. Okay, I can probably see where this part of the dream came from then...LOL. I do remember that Erin had come home and I had to stop, and I wasn’t quite finished getting myself off. I also remember being quite frustrated and a little agitated after that. Hmmm, I wonder why…

Then the next thing I remember is that Erin and I were going to drive into Vermont to see Andrew. I guess we had called and gotten a hold of him at some point in time. And that is pretty much where the dream ended, as I was woken up again, this time by my alarm clock.

All my dreams this week have pretty much all been sexually based dreams. They were just all odd as hell. Even threw in a couple of ex’es in a couple of them.

Okay, so maybe I do know why I’ve had all these strange, sexually charged dreams. I admit it. I am sexually frustrated. Hell, it’s been about 9 effin’ months! If the only way I can get it these days is through my dreams… Well, then who am I to disagree?