I don't know why I was dreaming of strippers, it's not like I have been to a dirty stripper bar
"Bye Sweety, I'm just heading downstairs to look at some flying Penis. Have fun looking at boobies, here's $20 go buy yourself a lap dance. I'll meet you here at 1:00am and we will go home"
.....or not )
Anyways, on to my dream. So I was on the cruise ship that we went on for Justin's Sisters Wedding (Check her blog out here), with family and friends. It was a couple of hours before her wedding and Justin pulls me aside to tell me something.
Can't remember word for word, but conversation kind of went something like this.....
Justin: "I'm getting married. I met Roxy here on the ship, she works downstairs in the stripper bar (BTW -- no stripper bar existed on the cruise ship, my dream made it up). Her sister Lola also comes with her. Two for one package." *wink**wink*
Lindsay: Pulls Justin aside "Your acting funny, kind of like a pimp. Have you become a pimp? These women, have no teeth Justin. No teeth. At All....ew. Why are you leaving me for strippers?"
Justin: ---Just Smiles, and walks away with his two toothless wonders--- I then notice he is carrying a pimp stick, and has a fancy hat on with a fur jacket. (the stick, hat, and coat magically appeard)
I remember being all upset that my boyfriend left me, became a pimp and was marrying two dirty strippers. I was kicked off the cruise ship and wasn't allowed back because everyone hated me.
*** HOW THE HECK DID MY BRAIN COME UP WITH THIS ODD LITTLE DREAM***
In no way, shape or form..am I afraid that Justin is going to cheat on me with some strippers. Or cheat on me with anyone for that matter.
Yesterday evening we were talking about people cheating on people, so maybe my brain was just remembering us talking about it.
We were also talking about strip clubs.
I think my brain is just secretely afraid of toothless strippers coming to get me.
Yes, my mom reads my blog and I just wrote about flying penis' and boobies all in one blog.
hi Mom!
5 comments:
I think I saw a movie like this once. It was either Inception or Striptease.
I sweetie. I will just pretend I didn't read this. Though I do know that you went to the strip bar so it isn't really a secret!
Haha bless your mum.
I'm the Queen of fucked up dreams. Like last night I dreamt that I met Jeff Goldblum and he really didn't like me and I just kept trying to get him to be my friend. And then we got in an elevator and it plummeted to the ground and we died.
Sweet dreams aye?
Your dreams sound like mine: completely irrational and totally crazy! I have given up trying to analyze my dreams or figuring out what caused me to dream it.
I went into my first strip club at Mardi Gras last year in the Quarter. It was a gay strip club and I touched the stripper's penis (after asking the hubby for $1 so I could). Craziness.
I have this sort of crazy dreams all the time! Sometimes they are so real that the next day I find myself doing stuff BECAUSE I'd dreamt about it. Weird!
I can totally relate to your strip club experience. Mine totally seemed like a family reunion too. I was amazed by how comfortable I was there...lol so unlike me!
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