A very sexually charged evening, I've had.
In one, I was in a very fancy, skimpy maid's outfit. Jerry and I were getting into some kinky cowgirl-position bondage.
Our real sex life is no where near as exciting.
In the other, I got to meet Hamlet Machine, author of the comic sensation Starfighter. In my dream, she looked like this one actress from the independent movie 'Ink'.
source: http://www.knowthemovies.com/
This is what she actually looks like: (she's in the middle, and I'm just seeing this for the first time today C:)
source: http://www.starfightercomic.com/
She was super cool. But I had to take a rickety elevator in a pretty decrepit building to the top floor to get to her.
When I bade her farewell (after talking about what, I can only speculate at this point) I tried to take the elevator down. But it jammed. Alarm bells went off as it spiraled between floors like it was on rubber bands.
When the doors finally opened and the lift came to a halt, it was... Shinra from Durarara opening the doors for me. And I was looking into the building's secret basement.
I was both delighted and confused, so I followed him out of the elevator. So, apparently, in my dreams, he's a mad scientist, rather than a rouge doctor. So, guess what was sitting on a leather couch just randomly in the middle of the concrete floor?
Celty. And not just any Celty. Robot Celty.
With no ado whatsoever, I plopped myself into her lap and made out with her. Well, as close to making out as you can when one party has no head But I sure as hell felt up that lovely pile of circuits ♥ Yes yes. ♥♥
RoboCelty? Why didn't my waking mind ever think of that??! That is just, aah, too much. No wonder I dropped everything I was doing like "I'mma hit that asap bro thanks."
I'm probably so hypersexual because I've received literally the BEST piece of gift art that I ever have in my entire life. It's hot as hell. I feel asleep restless and fitful, and apparently it translated well into dreams 8D;;;
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