Friday, November 10, 2006
Toy Shopping With Shaggy
Shaggy picked me up after work the other day. He said "I'm riding in the front" and he proceded to open the rear passenger door for me and then assisted me in. He told me his mother would be driving. I said "OK". We drove to his moms house and we hung out with Shaggy's little brothers and mom for a while, then he took me to his neighbors house. His neighbor was a middle age women who apparently is in some "trouble with the law" and Shaggy was helping her out around the house and with her 2 kids lately. After a while we decided to go to the toy store for some Holiday gifts for the kids. So Shaggy and I wandered the aisles looking at the latest new toys.
Suddenly he turns toward me and leans in close like he is going to kiss me and says "so what time do you want me to pick you up on Sunday?"
"Well, you do know I'm married, right?" I replied, "I guess we could just hang out, two oclock is good."
I woke up.
What? I had Shaggy, a man I have had a crush (non-psychotic, non-stalker type) on since 1993, in my dream, making a pass at me and I told him I was MARRIED! What is wrong with me? What kind of person shows that kind of moral restaint in a DREAM? Its not like my husband would tell Sandra Bullock or Cameron Diaz HE was married. I tried in vain to return to my wonderful fantasy dream where I could do or Shaggy could do to me, whatever obscene pleasurable things we wanted to do, but alas, I failed. Shaggy is all about the ladies. Damn!