we got into the office today around 10:30 this morning. and i've done nothing for 30 minutes.

maybe i should clear out my email inbox. hrm...

nah. i'm going to go get tea first.

woke up at 5:55AM to go to the gym. steve couldn't sleep last night, so he was in the other bedroom. i guess he might've gotten a little bit of sleep. i went in there to wake him up and he was really tired... so i lay in bed next to him and i fell asleep again. what the hell? so we ended up going to the gym late... and by the time we were all showered and ready to go, it was about 10AM. dayam. that's late.

so, this morning after i crawled into bed, i had a nightmare about zombies. people were getting bitten by zombies and before they turned, we were supposed to submerge them (oh, and their eyes had to be covered) into this pond of salt water (which by the way, looked really murky). at any rate, we had these 2 people and we've got them in the water, but the girl in the pink sweater kept on opening her eyes and we were freaking out because we thought we got to her too late.

it was never clear if the people died after submersion or if they were cured...

before i woke up the first time, i had another dream about Psycho tracking me down. that miserable fuck.

why are my good dreams never this vivid? and the good sex dreams? you can just forget about it. i never remember them. but nightmares? i remember the colors of the shirts the people are wearing, the expressions on their faces... just about everything.


and you'd think i'd have good dreams since steve pretty much rocked my damn world last night. double digits, baby. hehehe. okay. sorry. no details. jules will gross out. hehehe. and lord knows a copy of this post doesn't need to make it back to my parents somehow. they don't need to know we're having sex. sure we're married, but sex is for procreation only. :P


Blogger Mike said...

Given our own late night world rocking last night, I'm a little weirded out. You'll note that I'm not quiiiite so modest about descriptions....heh.

Sorry about your dreams. I never remember any of mine.

11:32 AM  
Blogger David said...

Fuck count: 121.

Talk about being a slacker... My boss is never ever around. I just sit and read your blog which you update several times daily... I read others too, read news, watch porn... err did I say that outloud? j.k.
j.k that i'm j.k.

Anyway, I think there's something with Korean girls and sex dreams, the other one I know does remember them and post details of 'em on her blog. I mean your blog is good already, imagine how it would be with a weekly sex dream! LOL.

11:55 AM  
Blogger Quyen said...

Crazy... dreams are so kewl! I had a dream I was an X-man during my siesta yesterday hehe... and nay-nay on the weekly sex dreams... The sex count reminded me of Waiting to Exhale when Angela Bassett is burning her exs crap in her front yard and noting the number of times they made love hehe

12:14 PM  
Blogger J. said...

A little off topic, but I really thought you'd like to know that in New Zealand it's considered polite and helps reinforce team morale to use the F-word. See this article: LINKSee, you're not a potty mouth, you're a team player!

12:24 PM  
Blogger Anon said...

Double digits! You rock! :) I bet you feel so refreshed! That reminds me, I need to get me some tonite too! Thanks!
Sorry you're nightmares stick. Dreams like that really freak me out.

12:37 PM  
Blogger Kis Lee said...

I remember most of my dreams, good and bad. Sometimes I have this cinematic dreams where I'm like 007 in a chase scene except my damn gun won't work. My imagination likes to work overtime.

1:29 PM  
Blogger Nina said...

What's with the dreams? I dream weird ass crap all the time. I also talk in my sleep. At least you don't do that.

I have a psycho too. Not as psycho as your psycho, but a psycho none the less. I dream about him sometimes. It helps to talk to Michael about it. Maybe Steve could help.

I see the two of you wearing black with stockings over your head. Sneaking around psycho's car. I see psycho going to get ready for work. I see slashed tires, eggs, a long key scratch, hmm is that sugar residue around the gas cap?

On a more legal note, I listen to thunderstorm cd's to help calm me. You could try that. Don't laugh, it works.

1:55 PM  

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