So, I dreamed I was taking a cruise, by myself. I planned it carefully, it wasn’t one of those dreams where you show up somewhere and you realize you forgot to pack or by a plane ticket or something (I have those all the time).
I walk down the long cruise ship corridors looking for my room and I see the rooms are labeled “Single Gentlemen” (or something like that) and I think “Huh,” and I also think, “Well, I know this isn’t my corridor; got to find the women’s section.” Which I do, and go into my room, and there’s someone else’s stuff in it and the bed’s unmade and slept-in. Then a man shows up and says it’s his room. We both have room keys, so obviously it’s a screw-up on the ship. We go out in the corridor until we find a steward or something and she says she’ll get it straightened out, and they move him out.
So that’s weird. What does that mean?
Then I’m settling in my room and someone I know in real life, nice guy, married, one kid one on the way, very good-looking, comes up to me and kisses me very very hard. Like grabs my face and holds it so he can get the kiss in before I can protest. Which totally weirded me out, like, woke me up because damn, that’s weird. I hate that about dreams, that you can get all horny over someone you’d never consider in real life. Totally throws your day off.
