From what I can remember of the dream this morning, I was driving around Brooklyn by myself wearing a dress or something as I had access to myself. It was like I was like I was lost as nothing seemed familiar, except the fact that it was Brooklyn. I remember making a wide turn on some block, but I don't know where I was at. What caused me to make the wide turn was something that I did. That something was very uncharacteristic of me and that was to put a finger in myself while driving to see if I had my *period. That is odd all in itself and weird to boot. I did not have it so I wiped my finger on a napkin. That too is uncharacteristic as I usually lick my finger. *Clarification: I never check to see if I have my period by the method indicated within my dream or any other way. I just get it and that is it. What I meant by the licking of my finger is that if and when I finger myself, I suck it clean and never wipe it anywhere on anything. That whole scenario was just WEIRD. Next thing is that I am somewhere at some sort of place and he is there.
He and I are sitting on a couch, but it is not a place I know or have ever seen. As I look at him, there is mustard on his nose and he asks me to wipe it off. I then pull out the same napkin I used to clean my finger and I clean the mustard off his nose which is followed by a kiss. This gentle nose kiss is followed by me forcefully pushing him down with passionate kisses as I grind into him. That is when I feel his hands on my hips pulling me tighter into him. In the course of his excitement, he removes his pants and I watch like a hungry animal viewing dinner.
His top is a strange kind of blue which was sort of padded in lines like a 16th century type of velvet top only his was not velvet nor was it a replica of that type of top. It was different. Imagine the priest type of tops of the 70's the collar type of top. Also, the blue was not a deep rich blue...it was kind of washed out and the padding was minimal and not fancy. His pants were black. Although we were in a room, the contents of the room are not in memory nor is the color of the couch. It was just like nothing else existed but he and I.
After his pants were off, I crawled up between his legs back toward his face and once again started kissing and grinding into him. Again, his hands were on my hips and I was going crazy. That is when I woke up. Bummer huh?
Can anyone interpret this? ~ Maggie 1/18/07 @ 2:29 p.m.
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