Message From Another Realm

I had a strange dream last night that had a message to it. I’m sure I can guess why I had the dream, but who was in the dream I still can’t figure out. I haven’t even watched anything lately with him in it. Hell, I fell asleep last night watching Snatch! So WTF?!?

Hmmm, can you guess who?! Yes. The main person in my dream was Adrian Grenier, of all people. Not that I’m complaining, he’s a good enough looking guy. I actually quite like him. But the dream itself was just weird!

It started off with me and a friend (what friend of mine it was I have no fucking clue. Dreams are good at being vague like that!) were attending some kind of function that Live 105 or Alice was having. It seemed to be like a meet and greet function, of what kind, I couldn’t even tell you. All I know is that Adrian was there to meet and greet, of course, his fans. Hell, it might have even been an Entourage type of thing. No fucking clue!

It was held at a place similar to The Fillmore, but completely different, if you know what I mean. Dreams are funny like that! Anyway, my friend and I show up just as Adrian was walking out to his table. As I was getting ready to walk over to the table our eyes locked. I was mesmerized by his eyes. I couldn’t stop looking into them. They were the strangest blue-grey I’d ever seen. I can remember thinking to myself that the color of his eyes were going to have a much deeper meaning to me, that would come into play later on in the dream. All I knew at that moment was that he and I were now forever connected in a way that was mystery.

Eyes locked, I am being pulled and start walking towards him. He’s smiling that big smile of his, right at me, and looking at me as if I was the only person in the world. (Yeah, don’t I wish shit like that really happens! LOL) I’m vaguely aware of my friend by my side. I get to the table and our eyes are still locked on just each other and smiling as if we were the two craziest people in the world. We start talking. I remember mention something about Entourage to him and he just smiles even more at me. I ask him if we can take some pictures together. “Of course. Anything you want”, he says. “Anything?” I flirt back at him. “Anything!” he says with a smile. I’m done! If he asked me to do anything I wouldn’t question it and just do it!

However I must be able to function in some kind of mental capacity because I realize that I don’t have my camera on me. I left it in my purse, which I was able to put in a safe place somewhere at this venue we were at. I ask my friend if she can go get it for me, which she then walks off to do. She comes back a little while later and says she can’t find it. So now I’m thinking that I’m gonna have to go find it myself. Great! He told me to go ahead and go look for it, that he would still be there waiting for me. He’s looking into my eyes with those damn eyes of his, just pulling me into him. Then leans into me and gives me a lingering kiss on my cheek. That’s it! I’m his, completely!

My friend asked me if I was sure I had left it where I had said I did. I’m frantically telling her, “Yeah! I know I fucking left it here! Someone must have moved it, the bastard!” So now I’m running around this place that has so many fucking floors, trying to find my fucking purse. This seems like an eternity! But I eventually find it and haul ass back down to where Adrian was waiting for me.

As soon as I get him in my sights I see he is getting ready to leave. I hurry over to where he is and ask him if he’d still take some pictures with me. “Of course!” he says to me, and tells me to follow him. He starts walking to the parking garage; I’m a little bit behind him, talking with my friend. Saying how we can’t believe we are going to hang out with Adrian. Just as I turn my attention back to him I see him disappear around a corner. I yell, “Todd! Todd, wait up!” (Yeah, I dunno why, but his name was fucking Todd in the dream. It’s a dream, who in the hell knows why we dream the shit we dream. They just happen that way.) I can hear him calling back to me, “Com’mon!”

Now being as most dreams make no sense in they way the go, the next thing I know I catch up to him and were are no longer in the parking garage. We ended up crossing over into an area with grass, trees, and walkways that looked like we were now on some kind of huge college campus. There were students every where, going here and there. It’s just me and him now; my friend just kind of vanished.

Adrian (Todd) was in a very playful mood, and we were running round just having a good time. The next thing I know we are with a bunch of sorority chicks and fraternity guys that were on their way to some kind of table they had set up for something. Adrian takes off with them and I’m trying to keep up. I finally catch up to him and the sorority/frat kids at their table. Or at least I thought I caught up to him. I realize that he’s not with them and begin looking around for him and see that he slipped off another way. I see him and he’s laughing, telling me to “Com’mon!”

I catch up to him again and the next thing I know we are completely alone. It was like everybody just vanished (along with my friend). It was now turning to dusk. I remember looking up the sky and thinking that the sky had changed. Everything now had a surreal look. I then knew that this was the moment that I was waiting for. There was something about him that enabled him to change things, it was his eyes. But why me?

The next thing I knew he was talking to me, telling all kind of things about this and that. They all had to do with love and sex. All the while I’m listening to him he’s changing me. Turning me into another person. I can’t explain it, but I know I am not the same person I just was.

I take off running. He’s following me. I’m not sure where I’m running to, but I have a specific destination in mind. I end up in the French Quarter of New Orleans. I then turn down an ally between two of the buildings to the back side of a brothel/strip club. I work here. I run through the courtyard and start to run up the stairs as they wind their way up three stories. I stop about mid way up. I know that he has followed me here, I can see him watching me from down in the courtyard.

I’m hardly wearing any cloths. I’m in all white lingerie. I’ve got on a sexy bra, g-string, garter belt, stockings, and high heels on. I sit down on one of the stairs; I’m mid way up the stairs, between floors. I lean back with my arms above me, my legs stretched out, slightly open. Taunting him, teasing him. I then begin to do a little tease dance all for him. I can see him watching every move I make. He’s not taking his eyes off of me. The next thing I know he runs up the stairs to me takes me by the hand and pulls me to him.

Next thing I know we are on a bed somewhere outside, excluded from the rest of the world. We are having the best sex I’d ever had. And I know that he feels the same thing I do. He knows that we connected in a way he’s never felt before. He’s trying to play it off like it’s no big thing, but he’s not hiding his feeling very well. I’m seeing right through him.

Now we are dressed, standing in the courtyard of the place that I had run off to. It’s just a regular building now. I’m me again, not the stripper girl I just was. I am me again, but I can remember everything that just happened. I can remember the great sex that we just had, and I can see that he is remembering it also, but he starts talking to me about how sex should be meaningful and full of feelings and a connection shared between two people. I’m agreeing with him and looking at him like I’m confused, not understanding why he is telling me this. Then he tries to use what had just happened between him and me as an example. “But what we just shared was just what you were talking about. And I know you felt the same thing I did, I can see it in your face.” I tell him. He just looks me in a fluster way and says, “But that is beside the point!”

And then the dream ended. Or more like, I should say, I then woke up out of a dead sleep because I know that I have over slept and was probably late for work! I looked at the clock. Sure ‘nough! I’ve got an hour to get my ass in the shower and to work! Shit!

I didn’t have too much time to think about the dream as I was hurrying to get my ass to work on time. I did have some time to think about it in the car on my way to work. Then I thought about it some more as I was at work. I just kept thinking to myself, “What the fuck!”

First it was... “Why in the hell did I dream about Adrian? Or more to the point, why in the hell did I dream of Adrian being a Todd??”

Then it was… “What the fuck was that all about?!”

It wasn’t until later on in the day after getting off the whole Adrian/Todd thing that I realized that the dream had to do with my fucking a certain person. The Slut might think that she is control of me, but she has no idea. The sensible, reasonable me knows that what I did was just wrong, for me. I’m just not that person; I’m more like Adrian/Todd. I’m a person that needs more than just the physical sensations of getting off. I always have been. That’s just me. This dream was just my subconscious reminding me who I am.

Dreams are funny like that.