i had a dream last night about my first real boyfriend, my first true love. i dreamt that, among other things, i went to give him head and somehow my tongue ring poked a hole in his penis right below the head, on the underside, and he screamed out in pain . . . he never liked me going down on him while we were dating, it probably has something to do with that . . . then the rest of the dream got horribly surreal and scifi-like. i hate when i wake up and i remember bits and pieces of dreams, but more than that the feeling that i got from the dream sticks with me for the rest of the day and i can't pin it down to anything or rationalize it . . .
stewd:
i hate when i wake up.