The Man of My Dreams (X-Rated)

I met the mean of my dreams…In my dreams. Last nights dream was truly one of the most real and weird ones I have ever had…and I have had some pretty weird ones. The dream is already fading, which is why I want to get it on paper…or a computer in this case. From what I remember, I was in my house, and there were a bunch of people there, including two bartenders from the bar I frequent, Gabriel and Jonathan (Jo). We were all having sex; Gabriel was rimming me, and Jo going down on me. There was another guy there, a chunkier guy, and I was going down on him. I end up coming all over the place, but then it gets weird. That scene fades, and the mysterious man appears. He comes out of my kitchen, which I was just in doing dishes. He says to me, maybe we should start cleaning up. (I guess I had a party or something, the place was a mess) and I told him I already started, then I jump up into his arms, and we fall on the couch, me on top of him. I remember feeling his chest, well tones and muscled. He was wearing a black shift, very tight. He holds me there, and then…I don’t know. My memory of the dream fades at this point. But I do remember how I felt. It felt right. I felt safe and loved and secure. It felt as if the entire culmination of my life led to this point. I can’t remember his face. I remember waking up and having reality set in, and thinking that the happiest moment of my life was gone forever. It’s not that I was disappointed in Sean. Heavens no, it’s just that this mysterious man of my dreams was so real, and he made me feel so happy. For all I know it was Sean, but I don’t think it was. I got up, showered, and did my hair and shaved and I have to say, I look damn good today. Driving to work, I saw an ex of mine walking, Olivier, who I haven’t spoken with since we broke up. I thought, looking as good as I do today, today would be a good day to run into ex’s, make them feel jealous. And then a song came on, She will be loved by Maroon 5. This song reminds me of another ex, Kelly, so much so that ever since we broke up, I can’t bear to listen to the song when it comes on. For some reason I didn’t change the channel as I normally would. I listened to it, and sang along, and then I thought about it. I think Kelly was the man of my dreams. For some reason it fits. I don’t know what happened to Kelly. I never got closure on the whole situation. He just stopped returning my calls, stopped calling me. For all I know he’s back in Alberta. In fact, there is a post here, titles two birds, one stone that describes Kelly. In any case, my real life love is Sean. No one makes me happier. Its just an innocent dream right? Right?