10:29 P.M.
Sex dreams?
Again?�..
Is there a cure for such an epidemic?
I woke up this morning. I had more strange dreams about Mad Dog.
This time when I woke up, I decided to actually call him. He�s working a lot and staying out on the beach. Chances are, I won�t see him in the near future. His schedule sounds like it�s booked for weeks in advance.
Maybe I secretly miss his silly sense of humor?
I haven�t seen him in a while, but I don't think that minor factor has an influence over the dreams..
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Last night I dreamed that I was at his place.
We were in the kitchen baking cookies or something and I asked to use the washroom to clean my hands.
While I was in there I was once again tempted to ring the bell on the wall.
I rang the bell and I could hear him laughing at me while he walked towards me down the long hall.
He told me we had 15 minutes before we had to leave.
I came out of the washroom to find him sitting on the edge of the bed putting on his dress shoes.
He looked up and smiled.
I stood over him and walked up in between his legs.
He kissed my tummy and said, "We're going to be late."
I smiled as I unbuttoned his shirt.
I pushed him back on the bed and started kissing his chest.
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The phone rang and I jolted up out of bed.
Damn insurance adjuster.
He left a brief message telling me that they have hit a road block with my case.
By the time I made it to the phone to scream at him, he had already hung up.
I called Mad Dog....
And BAM! He's still too busy to hang out....
