Last night I had a strange dream about making out with someone named
Bill. I met Bill in his pick-up, parked in his driveway. I just
climbed in. I had a beard, and so did he. Actually, I think I was a
man. I new immediately that I was there with the sole purpose to make
out with Bill. After our introduction in the pick-up we climed the
stairs at the back of his two family house and went to his bedroom. His
mom caught us making out there, and his beard disappeared. I think I
still had mine for a while. She noticed I was a girl, and said, " I
hope this one is at least older then 13 or 14." I shouted to her from
Bill's bed as she walked away with frizzy hair and a basket full of
laundry, " I'm more then 24!". Bill was in his 30's and he still lived
with his mom-An apparent man-child...but I loved him momentarily. I
just wanted him to know when we were through tumbleing around...that
everything was cool, that I respected him, and that he'd probably never
hear of the situation from me ever again. I leaned up against his
white t-shirt clad chest in the kitchen of his mother's house....and
that was the end.