I once had a sex dream about Xander, but he was singing "Rest In Peace" to me in Spike's voice.

I had a David Boreanaz sex dream not long ago. It seemed strange once I woke up, b/c he was DB and not Angel, but I was expecting him to turn evil.

(eta: I am having all kinds of trouble capitalizing my "I"s today. Self-esteem issues much?)

Mmmm, Marsters/Spike sex dreams. I need another one of those.

happy birthday StuntHusband!

I wear a NightGuard (yuck) and I constantly have dreams about my mouth being full of gum or some gum-like substance that I pull out and pull out but can't get all the way out of my mouth. Hate those.

Yeah, I wear one, too, and it fits pretty tightly. Last night I was agitated to the point where I woke up without it. Still can't figure out how that happened. I had an old one that came out really easily and I could pry it off with my tongue. One morning I found it clear across the room.

Last night's dream was weird- I think I had two and the same jerky version of my ex popped up in both of them. I don't remember much about the first one, but in the second, I went back to my old college, with all of my friends from home, and my ex went too, and of course it wasn't anything like my college, and we lived in adjacent dorm rooms that had their own hot tubs but shared the same pool.

ETA: Oh yeah, in high school I dreamt I lost it to Xander in front of a fire with Dave Matthews playing. Ha!

My most frequent recurring dreams are social dreams in party or gathering settings with rich combinations of people living and dead, friends, family, famous people, and completely unknown strangers. When I discussed these entertaining dreams to a friend of mine that we’ll just call Ms. Metaphysical she explained sincerely and patiently that quite often your spirit goes off to play with other spirits while you sleep. She insists that my spirit was really enjoying an event with all these other spirits while we slept. It suits me to accept this as a possibility. Of course, this means that certain spirits of real life friends of mine have been messing with my spirit while we innocently dozed.

It occurs that there has been a shortage of Pregnant PMM pictures.

I've had a weird anti-photo thing. Totally unexpected. I wouldn't even let my mother take my picture the other day. I think next week, I'll have Paul take a couple of belly shots.

Right now, the only pictures that exist of me seem to be the ones where I'm huddled under a million blankets.

My recurring nightmares that I have had since highschool always involve me having to decide whether or not to betray people I am hiding from the Nazi's to save myself. And then they are about me being in a concentration camp.

The recurring nightmare I had when I was little was being stuck on a Life-size version of the game chutes and ladders, and everything that was not on the chute or ladder was populated by horrible monsters, so I REALLY did not want to fall off the chute.

I think next week, I'll have Paul take a couple of belly shots.

That's a good idea. Years later, I was amazed at how BIG I got.

The only times I remember dreams are when they're nightmares bad enough to wake me up. Don't know what that says about me ....