That Was Weird

[fullygoldy]

This morning, I woke up from a dream in which I was having hot, delicious sex with ::drumroll::

Helen Mirren!!!!!!!111!!

Now, my dreams tend to be pretty equal opportunity in the sex department, but when I dream of women, I rarely see/remember their faces, unless they're someone I know in real life. Strange fun fact: when I dreamt of men, for about the first 10 yrs of my marriage, they always had my DH's face, no matter what their name was or even if they were someone I knew in RL. So on the rare occassions that I'd see someone else's face in a dream, it was usually shocking enough to wake me up.

 

Back to Helen. She was strangely inexperienced or unsure of what we were doing. She kept telling me to "do that again," or "you don't have to stop" and the whole time I was trying to figure out how to tell her there was now way in hell I was gonna quit while I had her beautiful nipple in my mouth! Her skin was so delicate (well-maintained skin of a certain age has this unmistakeable quality, something I know from happy experience). We were sitting facing each other on the bed, and she had her legs arranged over top of mine so we could get close together (sort of a modified lotus), and even though I was driving, it seemed like she was on top - probably because she was taller. But I did gain a visceral appreciation of why DH likes being on the bottom ;D Anyway, it was hot enough that the inevitable conclusion woke me up. Which, you know, good for me, but I wasn't ready to be awake yet.
 

Then I went back to sleep and dreamt of David Hasselhoff being a jerk (thankfully there was no sex in this one - just, ewwww).  I don't know what's going on in my subconscious. I very rarely dream about celebrities, and here were two in one day! Yay, fandom?