Too much information

Last night (whist sleeping on the floor of the garage) I almost had a sex dream. I say 'almost', because when it got to the point where I realized that the making out session I was participating was quickly going to lead to sex, I rolled away from him and off the bed, sat up, told him that I was saving myself for marriage and ran back to my room where I started hysterically crying.

Can I just say, props to dream-Katy for showing a considerable amount of self control. It was a pretty big comeback from dream-Katy's recent episode of loosing control of her anger and screaming at her mom. Sure, the fact that I was making out with a guy on a bed is nothing to be proud of- I think thats why I started crying. That and I felt bad for the guy. It was pretty unfair for dream-me to start something I didn't finish.

So, weird things about this dream. 1. I was wearing an old-lady night gown. In real life I wear only exclusively pj pants and over sized tee-shirts. 2. I think I might have been married to the guy I was making out with, but accidentally, or for immigration or something. Like, we were planning a divorce or annulment and I was thinking that there would be another guy out there I would want to “save myself” for. But we must have started falling for each other like in a K-drama. This might have made my "saving myself for marriage" comment a little confusing. It was as if I was popping in on episode 14 or 15 (or 11 if I end up with cancer) of a 16 episode K- drama where I have to decide if I want to stick with the guy I accidentally married because I love him, or if I just love the idea that staying in the relationship meant that I was assured physical intimacy. This confusion was probably the 3rd contributing factor to my hysterical crying. 3. I usually don’t dream a lot, so the fact that I had two dreams in three nights is uncanny.

After I woke up I kept thinking about dream-Katy’s dilemma, so thankful that I was not in fact dream-Katy.

I’m wondering if this blog entry is appropriate, or if its too much information for the internets. And now I’m wondering why I would think it is inappropriate. Its no more explicit then a chewing gum commercial. Maybe I’m just nervous admitting to dreaming about stuff like that. Too bad. I do. If I’m going to blog, its so people can know me better, so there’s no sense in lying by omission. I thought about this dream a lot today. It wouldn’t be true to my content selection to leave it out. (But if you’re a good friend of mine, and you really don’t think it’s a good idea that I posted this, let me know and I’ll take it down.)

I have blogged every day for a week now. I would call it an addiction, except I don’t think it’s unhealthy. I like the idea of having something to go back to and read and that makes me a little more 3d to others.