Oh Uh uhh…
THESE FINALS MUST BE FINISHED IMMEDIATELY!
Maaaaaannnnn…
So…
Sleep is always irregular during finals week. It’s always study until you can’t study no mo, sleep for an hour or two, have a snack (maybe) study and repeat.
Today however, just a few moments ago, I was jipped.
Tell me why, WHY I just had my very first Mr. Stephens dream and all I did was kiss him on the forehead yall.
THE FOREHEAD!
And do you know why I didn’t take advantage of the situation and handle him sexually?!?!
Let me start from the beginning….
So I was studying for a human resources exam and found that I couldn’t really concentrate enough to absorb much more because I was tired and hungry. I decided to alleviate the “tired” problem first by hopping in bed for a little while to watch Pride and Prejudice and nap. (I always sleep with the TV on when I don’t want to get into the GOOD deep sleep and oversleep important alarms).
I got a few AIM messages right as I almost hit REM (much to my dismay) that were comments on my new facebook status describing what kind of relationship I was looking for. (I’d said “Random Play”). I do enjoy adding little things that are the total opposite of my personality to my profile just for amusement (though there might have been a little truth to that one) so I just rectified their alarm and went back to sleep.
Now this dream I had…
It took place in Grand Blanc, Michigan, the place where I spent my formative years after being released from my mother’s vagina.
My next door neighbors (where I spent a lot of time when I was little because they had a cool remolded basement, a Nintendo, and an unlimited supply of Teddy Grahams) were going out of town and needed someone to house sit.
I of course was called up, and made my way over there.
I invited a few people over one of which was my ls that is my ace and we raided the pantry to see about something to eat and some beverages. We came upon some microwavable popcorn (of the variety the Boy Scouts sell every year) and we took a bag from each box, just so it wouldn’t be apparent that we took some of their food.
My ls went to a different part of the house while I popped my bag and headed down to the basement.
It was here that I saw the love my ovaries, Mr. John Stephens lying quite enticingly on the couch. Well in actuality…it may not have been him, but it looked just like him…
Anyway, apparently, in my dream, I’d known he was there as we were supposed to be talking about potential promotional ideas for a business. He gestured toward an extremely large book of sample material on the ground (the size of a door) and I started to flip through the pages for ideas.
Then when he was like.
“KaNisa, come here a second.”
Imagine this, I WAS ANNOYED THAT HE INTERRUPTED WHAT I WAS DOING!
(hail naw).
But I went to him anyway. As I approached, a slow smile crept over his face and he started to sit up.
It was then that the most (HAIL NAH) moment happened. I pushed him back down on the couch, kissed him squarely on the forehead (in a very unsexy way I might add), and went back to my work saying, “There’s no point in starting anything. I have to wake up any second now.”
FOR REAL? FOR TRUE? I KNOW IF I HAD TRULY BEEN IN THE DEPTHS OF SLEEP I WOULD NOT HAVE CARED! 2 SECONDS OF JOHN LEGEND BOOTY WOULD BE SATISFACTORY!
AND THE WORST THING ABOUT IT WAS THAT IT WAS ONE OF THOSE DREAMS WHERE YOU ARE VERY AWARE OF YOUR SENSES! I COULD SMELL THE POPCORN! I COULD TASTE THE BUTTERY GOODNESS! I COULD HEAR THE TV! I COULD FEEL THE RIPPLING NEW MUSCLES OF MR. STEPHENS AS I PUSHED HIM DOWN.
That dream would have been…WOULD HAVE BEEN.
WHAT THE FUNK!!! AIN’T NO WAY IN HECK THIS MAN WOULD HAVE GOTTEN AWAY WITH JUST A FOREHEAD KISS!
I BETTER have a rerun. Shoot, I ain’t EVER waking up…
