dream-me

I had a dream last night.

There was this rather attractive east-European exchange student, who was so unbelievably attracted to me, so very in love with me, that eventually I acquiesced to making out with him just because he wanted it so much. You know, like giving a cancer patient a trip to Graceland or something, because it's their lifelong dream.

And he sort of munched on my lips as he kissed me, and giggled joyously, and finally, was so overwhelmed with happiness at the kissing of me that he . . . wet his pants.

It was a curiously dispiriting dream.