Rated X

I knew this day would come.  I'm kinda surprised it took this long. :-)

Last night's dream setting was in a rather large hotel room with 70's style wood paneling on one wall, and massive windows on the other two. (The door and a sink area were on the fourth.) Out the window was a walkway, and snow, I think... like we were up in Tahoe or somewhere.

The dream was basically a recap of our escapade last night, before I went to sleep. I have, I believe, one of the best lovers in the world for a husband. We 'work' beautifully together. ;-)

In the aftermath of sex I saw a friend of mine walking down the sidewalk outside the window. Then I heard a knock on the door and got up to answer it.

I'm not sure exactly what happened then, but shortly afterward my friend (who lives near Tahoe) and I were shopping in a thrift store.

I saw one of those cool hand held mixer things and gave it a spin. It was sitting beside a crock-pot full of sauce. I put in some cheese (again with the cheese!) and turned it on... somehow with the lid on, but the mixer inside. The cheese puffed up like it exploded and the lid cracked open. "Oops". The sauce looked like a pot of giant fat cells with red edges. My friend and are were shocked... We looked around and walked away. 

We also strolled through a perfume counter area and nicer clothes (not really thrift store vibe anymore). I don't remember the other things we picked up and looked at.

I'm sure some of you were hoping for more details with the X rated parts, but there are others reading that are mortified that they know that much. If details were important, I'd tell you, but that dream was obviously just me revealing in my moment... There was no extra meaning.

I'm pretty sure I was dreaming about my mountain area friend because I was talking to her last night on facebook, and I drove half way to her house yesterday to a different friend's house for some reuse fun.  You can read about that on her blog if you like...

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