So, sometimes I dream I'm a male. Not because I want to be male [sorry, guys, but - ugh. No thanks.] but...I guess I'm pretty masculine in some ways, being really close to my dad, so sometimes I dream I'm a guy. For whatever reasons my brain hasn't decided to disclose to me. And not to weird everyone out, but this dream made me laugh last night:
I dreamed I was my cousin Stephen [I know, it's weird] and that he was in love with this girl named Emily. She was an ambassador's daughter from France, I believe, and they met at a summer camp where they were both working. [Just go with it] ANYWAY they had fallen in love but the ambassador didn't approve so she was getting shipped off back to France. She followed Stephen home down an old dirt road and they said a tearful goodbye. They hugged and fell in the grass, where they looked at each other and started kissing. Somehow, I guess they got a little carried away [I was outside the body at this point, thank God] and slid down the stairs. Stephen's little brother saw them making out at the bottom of the stairs and ran inside screaming "STEPHEN'S MAKING BABIES!!!!!!!!" and the mom comes running out and sees them kissing and I go up to them and say "Did someone tell him that kissing leads to making babies?!" and she said yes.
So he went around saying Stephen and his girlfriend were making babies.
That's about the weirdest dream I've had in months.
Just thought I would share.
Hope you're not too freaked out. :P
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