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aceofspace and I went to Carrabba's for dinner last night. I'm starting to see a possible correlation between Italian food preceding some of my odd dreams. Good to know. Anyway, in this dream...
I was living with a local guy who is in our movie bear group as his roommate. He's a skinny guy, nerdy, etc. We get along well in real life. My twin was there, but I can't remember if he was just visiting me or was a roommate too. In real life the twin would never room with two gay men, so you know this wasn't reality.
For some reason, a non-posting LJ'er was staying there as a guest of my brother. This guy (we'll leave the name out) is a beautiful bear of a guy that I used to chat with a lot, so I was trying to figure out how the twin and he knew each other. While he may have looked like the bear I know, he was acting like one of my twin brother's $#!+ head friends, being obnoxious, rude, and disruptive.
At one point, it was early morning, I was still in bed and he was in the bed adjacent to mine. My roommate was the room and he just causally asked, "So, do you guys get together and do it on occasion?"
"Absolutely not," I said groggily.
"No!" exclaimed the roommate.
He stretched back out on the bed. Maggie the cat jumped up on the bed with him and snuggled and he gave me this look like "your cat likes me better than you..."
Later, I was looking around the web on my iPad, when the bear burst through the door with a super-soaker, joking that he had found it amongst my stuff. He blasted me and the iPad with it. I yelled that he was being an asshole and he had better not have wrecked my iPad.
I put the iPad away and went to take a shower, angry that he was being such a jerk. When I got out of the shower and got dressed, I found that the bear had left. I was sitting at a restaurant later with the twin and our mom, he was reading a note the bear had left behind, written in pencil on the back of one of those full-page yellow receipts.
From what little I remember, it said something about him getting to be an escort car in some pride parade. I don't remember if the note said anything about me yelling at him or not, but the twin didn't seem angry with me at all.
Then I woke up to Maggie snuggled up against me. Dreams are dreams, but I know who she loves in real life.
aceofspace and I went to Carrabba's for dinner last night. I'm starting to see a possible correlation between Italian food preceding some of my odd dreams. Good to know. Anyway, in this dream...I was living with a local guy who is in our movie bear group as his roommate. He's a skinny guy, nerdy, etc. We get along well in real life. My twin was there, but I can't remember if he was just visiting me or was a roommate too. In real life the twin would never room with two gay men, so you know this wasn't reality.
For some reason, a non-posting LJ'er was staying there as a guest of my brother. This guy (we'll leave the name out) is a beautiful bear of a guy that I used to chat with a lot, so I was trying to figure out how the twin and he knew each other. While he may have looked like the bear I know, he was acting like one of my twin brother's $#!+ head friends, being obnoxious, rude, and disruptive.
At one point, it was early morning, I was still in bed and he was in the bed adjacent to mine. My roommate was the room and he just causally asked, "So, do you guys get together and do it on occasion?"
"Absolutely not," I said groggily.
"No!" exclaimed the roommate.
He stretched back out on the bed. Maggie the cat jumped up on the bed with him and snuggled and he gave me this look like "your cat likes me better than you..."
Later, I was looking around the web on my iPad, when the bear burst through the door with a super-soaker, joking that he had found it amongst my stuff. He blasted me and the iPad with it. I yelled that he was being an asshole and he had better not have wrecked my iPad.
I put the iPad away and went to take a shower, angry that he was being such a jerk. When I got out of the shower and got dressed, I found that the bear had left. I was sitting at a restaurant later with the twin and our mom, he was reading a note the bear had left behind, written in pencil on the back of one of those full-page yellow receipts.
From what little I remember, it said something about him getting to be an escort car in some pride parade. I don't remember if the note said anything about me yelling at him or not, but the twin didn't seem angry with me at all.
Then I woke up to Maggie snuggled up against me. Dreams are dreams, but I know who she loves in real life.
