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Hey. S'me again. I had a dream that I was someone's side piece. A real person who shall remain unnamed. I savored the fact that I was his side piece too. It made me happy to know he was cheating on his girlfriend with me. (And he does have a girlfriend IRL, so...)
Although he didn't smile or speak during the entire dream and seemed to not enjoy my presence at all, he still let me openly and publicly display physical affection even when it seemed to annoy him. Like when I was hugging him from behind and restricting his arm movements by interlacing my fingers with his and raising his hands to his shoulders. He didn't enjoy it, but he wasn't angry either. Even when I was being a brat by making a huge mess inside some....little shop (it didn't feel like a home) by throwing stuff all over the place, he didn't get upset with me. He just came to get me and we left. He had a big, lifted red truck too.
It was all really fucking weird. The stuff I CAN'T remember was especially odd.
otaku_emmy
almost 5 years agoAlthough he didn't smile or speak during the entire dream and seemed to not enjoy my presence at all, he still let me openly and publicly display physical affection even when it seemed to annoy him. Like when I was hugging him from behind and restricting his arm movements by interlacing my fingers with his and raising his hands to his shoulders. He didn't enjoy it, but he wasn't angry either. Even when I was being a brat by making a huge mess inside some....little shop (it didn't feel like a home) by throwing stuff all over the place, he didn't get upset with me. He just came to get me and we left. He had a big, lifted red truck too.
It was all really fucking weird. The stuff I CAN'T remember was especially odd.