My most vivid dreams come late in the course of sleep, not long before I awaken.
This morning, I dreamed that I was moving into Lisa's house. It didn't actually look anything like her house—it was some sort of odd communal duplex, and this other couple had moved out of their half and left most of their stuff behind—such as a gold Corvette with a scratched front bumper, left parked in front of the garage. Lisa's husband looked wary and said, "You're only staying for three days this time, right?" Nope, I'm staying for months, I replied. (Who knows why?)
The scene changed to a large room with about 20 people crowded together, all standing. There was talk of pairing up, so a man near me popped a piece of gum in his mouth to freshen his breath. Then he shared it with me (though I don't typically chew ABC gum in my waking life). Then the lights were dimmed, the gum had magically disappeared, and we were totally making out, our mouths pressing and yielding, tongues teasing each other, bodies close, arms holding and squeezing...delicious, warm, inviting, promising.
And then I woke up and couldn't get back to the dream. Dammit! You're probably saying to yourself, "That dream's not all that interesting, and it doesn't even go anywhere. Why is she posting it?" Well, the guy with the gum is also a blogger and will probably read this post. I could say who it was, but isn't it more fun to wonder?