Jun. 16th, 2017

elayna: (Ewan)
I had a dream. I suppose we all dream every night but I rarely remember mine and I'm fine with that. Dreams are weird.

I was meeting up with two slasher friends at one of their places, only she lived in a trailer park, instead of the apartment she actually has.

A package was delivered, and she had me open it, though I don't know why. It was potpourri she'd ordered.

I had a hissy fit over something, though I don't recall what. I felt left out or neglected in some way.

The TV was on as we were visiting. An actor was being interviewed. It was an actor I knew in the dream, but not in real life. He was leaning against a wall, and the camera kept drifting down, only his chin still visible, and showing his shoes. I'm not sure if they'd be considered loafers or boat shoes, but he kept fidgeting, lifting his feet out of his shoes. He wasn't wearing socks.

In the dream, I remembered that there had been something else recently about feet, but I couldn't remember what. But so we got talking about feet and the eroticism of feet.

Then I woke up.

Potpourri and hissy fits and the eroticism of feet... WTF? Dreams are strange. I will go back to forgetting them.

Though now I'm trying not to think about how the Jedi would keep their feet meticulously clean, because they'd get so stinky after long hours in those big boots...

September 2017

     1 2
3 45 6 789
10111213 141516

Most Popular Tags

Page Summary

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 22nd, 2017 06:15 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios