Monday, November 05, 2012

dry spell

Last night I dreamt that I was on The Late Late show with Craig Ferguson and it was very very casual, even for that show. I was half lying on the ground with Craig half lying in front of me and during a commercial break he turned around, lay on top of me and started passionately kissing me. The crowd somehow seemed unaware in the logical fallacy that is dreamland. The dream cut to me at home, opening the door to let Craig Ferguson in. I said to him, did you come because you couldn't resist me or because you knew you could have me? He replied, the latter. My heart sank momentarily, he was a really good kisser in my dream, but I said, oh no, you've got to go and showed him to the door and my kids suddenly appeared behind me. God knows what the fuck that means aside from, it's been a looong time since I've kissed someone, aside from my kids and that's obviously very different. I'm just glad I didn't have a dream about work last night. 
Craig, how could you not find me irresistible?