nonsequitur? dreams.

before having a string of about three very weird wet dreams starring a past female teacher of mine and myself incarnate as an old Frenchman, i had the sweetest, simplest dream that still needs a little analysis.

i dreamed that i was standing in the rain but strangely not getting drenched with some tall man in coattails [my boyfriend/Daddy] and i had my arm very possessively wrapped around his waist because i'm short and this is where les bras comfortably rested, you see.

well, anyway. this blond man who looked exactly like Heath Ledger in a cross between his roles in 10 Things and A Knight's Tale didn't run away from me. he didn't stiffen or resist. he completely melted into his obviously well-established role to his adoring midget woman. and then comes the clincher: he wrapped one arm around my shoulder and bent down low to give me a very purposeful and not too mushy kiss--on the forehead.

swoon!

but after that, i remember vividly consecutive scenes of me being in this man's presence again and still having the same feelings for him. i remember being near him, but not being with him to the point of my dream running like a big chase around several places. there was my elementary school in a downpour, there was my apartment, there was this park/field type place, there was an English class lecture where he sat across the room with some other people... weird. but in my mind, he was still my boyfriend. i still felt very possessive and i was even scheming up a way to get him alone and to myself [in my bed] soon. i guess i figured that he wouldn't pass up that offer and that i would get the closeness and affection from him that i really wanted. hmm.

whatthecrap? now i'm just remembering that i went to sleep really early and i was really tired. i was on some mood modifying meds and i was up reading JokerxHarley fanfiction. so, i figure that this all pretty much equals an equation for disaster, or at least nonsequitur? dreams.