I had an odd, lovely dream last night. I'm usually not a dreamer of romance, but this has been the third night in a row with the dream of the type.
A young, more handsom Robert Smith type was in it. Also sort of Jay Gordon and Jhonen Vasquez mix to him. He was a singer, and an artist. But, he lived with his mother. Who didn't want him to be famous. She kept him in the house, which was wierd. His house was Venis-esque. All water, you had to row to the rooms.
Anyway, he secretly released his works over the internet and I found them one day and fell in love. I somehow stumbled to his house then, trying to convince him he needed to get away from his mother. But it was all he knew, so he was scared. Then I fell in love with him and tried telling him. And he looked at me.. this look. Like 'I love you too, but I'm scared..' and it made me melt.
I did an odd thing in the middle of the dream - I took parts of his house.. and strapped them on my car and went and shopped for lettuce at the grocery store. I dunno.
His mother wanted someone to paint for her - she was making a museum to herself or something and had a small room on Robert. He was hanging out next to me and we were talking while I was painting. Then his mom said something about him really wanting the room.
I looked at her and said I know what he really wants. I leaned over to him, grapped him, and passionately kissed him. (Take in mind I was thin and beautiful - so I could do this without breaking his neck. A real dream, heh..) and it took us both by suprise so fully, I suppose I never thought I'd do that, that we fell off the wall, into his water hallway.
His mom was flabbergasted. And he finally decided he wanted to leave. That night he asked if I wanted to stay the night in his room...
...And then my dream ended. It always amazes me houw detailed my dreams are and how well I can remember them. Maybe I'll type up more of them sometime.
I wish I knew the meaning of dreams. Especially something like this.
A young, more handsom Robert Smith type was in it. Also sort of Jay Gordon and Jhonen Vasquez mix to him. He was a singer, and an artist. But, he lived with his mother. Who didn't want him to be famous. She kept him in the house, which was wierd. His house was Venis-esque. All water, you had to row to the rooms.
Anyway, he secretly released his works over the internet and I found them one day and fell in love. I somehow stumbled to his house then, trying to convince him he needed to get away from his mother. But it was all he knew, so he was scared. Then I fell in love with him and tried telling him. And he looked at me.. this look. Like 'I love you too, but I'm scared..' and it made me melt.
I did an odd thing in the middle of the dream - I took parts of his house.. and strapped them on my car and went and shopped for lettuce at the grocery store. I dunno.
His mother wanted someone to paint for her - she was making a museum to herself or something and had a small room on Robert. He was hanging out next to me and we were talking while I was painting. Then his mom said something about him really wanting the room.
I looked at her and said I know what he really wants. I leaned over to him, grapped him, and passionately kissed him. (Take in mind I was thin and beautiful - so I could do this without breaking his neck. A real dream, heh..) and it took us both by suprise so fully, I suppose I never thought I'd do that, that we fell off the wall, into his water hallway.
His mom was flabbergasted. And he finally decided he wanted to leave. That night he asked if I wanted to stay the night in his room...
...And then my dream ended. It always amazes me houw detailed my dreams are and how well I can remember them. Maybe I'll type up more of them sometime.
I wish I knew the meaning of dreams. Especially something like this.