TORTURED BY RAINBOWS

So I had some extremely booby filled dreams last night.

( ...my brain is such a mysterious place, even to me... )

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Weird. Boobie filled. Horny dreams.

I like how the deciding factor for which swimsuit I got wasn't which one was cheaper, or which one was more supportive, or which one I liked best... but if I could post it on pupe and get ribbons.

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I'm only partly serious. The swim suit I got was the cheaper one, and it's a color I like. Despite the fact that there is NO SUPPORT FOR MY BREASTS AT ALL... I'll survive. Somehow.

Also. Despite the fact I am 30 pounds too big to wear a bikini, I was tempted by this one. The stripes and the butterflies were just ... cute.

IF ONLY I WAS MOTIVATED TO LOSE WEIGHT. WAAAAAAAAAAA.

Also, I bought Peanuts underwear. It should make me feel skeevy to wear Peanut's characters on my butt... but somehow I don't think it will. :D

...wao. I should have known, since I was tired, that I'd be getting up at 4 with some bizarre dream. I DID know actually, I always do.

But I was tired, and 1:30 is NOT too goddamn early to be going to sleep. I've just been going to sleep too LATE lately.

Okay, so, dream starts off with me walking up to this cabin with this weird crossbreed of my sisters. A) She was definitely my blond, peppy sister Marian, b) she was also talking to me about getting a tattoo and using kind of Juliet like speech. Irony is Juliet doesn't really LIKE Marian at this present stage in Juliet's mental development.

So anyway, we're walking up to this cabin, and I'm on a separate walkway? We're both standing on two different sidewalks. My sidewalk goes to the side door, Marian's to the front. Anyway, we're talking about the tattoo we're going to get. She asks if I've thought about mine, and apparently I have...

But my brain thinks about reading a webcomic suspiciously like a steampunk version of Khaos Komix. So apparently that is what I'd spent all last night doing. Even weirder, I'd spent all last night doing that and then *masturbated* to it... and then when my two lesbian lovers came home they teased me about masturbating, and I rolled over onto my side and ignored them while they had sex right next to me. O_o

Anyway, Marian's talking about how she wants to get POPULAR across... IDK, her arm, or maybe as a tramp stamp, some sort of call out to Wicked. Then she wonders if that's legal, and she, IDK, trips or falls or something, b/c I walk over to the other sidewalk and pick her up by the arm. And we talk about how it's totally legal, I mean, free advertising? But also, Broadway musical, they're not exactly picky about this type of shit.

Anyway, we go into the cabin, and IDK what goes on there for a bit, except the next thing I remember in the dream is I'm suddenly male (It happens) and someone who resembles one of my friends (I'm not sure who) is giving me some kind of iced beverage. And talking to me. And IDK what we're talking about, either being popular, or about the fact that I'm totally into her. Anyway, dream!me is starting to fall asleep, or want a nap, and I'm holding this cold beverage where the ice is melting and starting to raise the water level, so after a minute of having it on my chest I put it on a table, and then get up and dump it in the sink. Then I go back to the couch with this other person and nap.

When I 'wake up' the cabin's got at least 2 other people in it, maybe 3. And I'm like 'yawn yawn stretchy stretchy... mmmm' And Juliet (not Marian) wakes up and is like 'oh man I was planning on taking soanso to do thisanthis' and I'm thinking 'how are you going to do that you don't drive...' and she looks around the room and I look around the room and wonder about waking people up and she's like 'sure!' and I'm like 'but' and she's like 'eh, they've had their nap'.

So in the dream it's like, 8 PM or something, and I wake them up and we all joke about how I wasn't sure what the time was without a clock or anything, and dream!me is like 'well I knew it wasn't 3 AM at least' and they're all like 'well DUH'.

And then the dream fades into me laying in bed going '...dammit too early'.

You know, there's something just a little bit wrong about idol worshiping a fellow fangirl. I mean, obviously the writers and fanartists and the people who inform us of stuff are great and all but.... worship? Or fangirling over them. I know I'm guilty of this too, there are certain writers out there who make me go 'OMFGSQUEE THEY LOOKED AT ME' but when someone talks to me and they're like 'I'm a fan of yours' or something I just feel so insanely.... awkward.

I have to assume there are people in life who enjoy this whole 'omgsquee' reaction. To a certain extent I do too. But it's a little unsettling. I mean, does writing fanfic, drawing fanart, etc. etc. make you into sorta internet celebrities? O_o