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hermit9 ([info]hermit9) wrote,
@ 2009-03-17 17:12:00

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nachos and half a beer at lunch + a nap after work = crazy dreams about a cute Chinese boy

It took place mostly in a cozy house with a funny stage-like layout, three bedrooms, all rather dark wiht no overhead lights, just a lamp in each, low to the ground beds with rather beautiful bedspreads, curtains, etc. Rich purple and blue. Mrs. Shaver was there. She is the mother of one of my guy-friends from high school. He isn't there but his little sister is, and she is sour-faced like her mother, little more than a mini-her but with an added dimension of unscrupulousness. He is alluded to here and there. I looked at the events unfolding and I could estimate his reaction as if he was there. I was semi-lucid throughout. I recall thinking more than once that this is just a dream, so it doesn't matter.
I'm not sure who the Chinese boy was or why he was there. I never learned his name or age. I was conscious of my own age as I was cuddled up to this very warm-blooded young man in Mrs. Shaver's living room recliner. I wondered if it was even legal for me to be having dirty thoughts about him. Then I remembered I was dreaming and Mrs. Shaver's silent disapproval meant nothing. She handed us a menu for the local Chinese restaurant to order some dinner and the young man told me about how he is trying to earn money to buy his own food because he wants to eat hamburgers. I remember guessing but not asking, he is either an exchange student or some kind of indentured servant Mrs. Shaver is keeping on a short leash. In the end he picked out some sort of sausage dish on the "American Food" part of the menu. Mrs. Shaver scoffed and asked why he insists upon abandoning his heritage. I laughed out loud when I made her say that. In the end it got kind of cartoony, there was mystery afoot, other characters I don't really remember joined us, there was a secretive pursuit around a long stairwell and my cute boy (though I never saw his whole face, part was always obscured by hats or scarves or darkness) disguised himself as someone else and was revealed to have strange powers....
Woke up shortly thereafter.

Thats one of those things I like about sleeping. Wish I really could find a formula for awesome dreams. More cuddling with cute young men, yes.


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