Cylons in Love

I had one of those funny dreams this morning. You know the kind -- the alarm goes off, you hit snooze. And you dream this really realistic, vivid dream. Well I had me one of them this morning.

There wasn't really that much that was intriguing about it. I know I was with a group of people -- mixed company, boys and girls. We had taken a trip to visit some Mormon temple -- but none of us were Mormon. And the temple wasn't a real Mormon temple. It was partly underground, and rather ancient looking. Almost like maybe it was really part of a museum exhibit, dusty and earthy.

Anyway, we all apparently stayed up rather late, and the sun was starting to come up. A few of us were still awake, tho extremely tired. I sat on this musty couch with a certain bartender from a certain bar i frequent (all too often). I've been crushin' on him for a wihle, tho I've never dreamt of him before... Anyway, back to the dream...

So we're both tired, and sitting on opposite sides of this old, musty couch. He pats the cushion next to him, and I slide over. No one says anything, but I lean up against him, and he puts his arms around me. I reach up and kiss his cheek, and close my eyes and go to sleep with his head resting against mine. That's it. The end..

It was one of the nicest dreams I've had in a very long time. Innocent, and extremely comfortable. And when i woke up from it, I was happy and in a good mood. I need to have me a few more dreams like that.