Last night I had a long dream involving my favorite singer, S. P will know who I’m talking about here. It started out at some party that she was attending in a hotel. It seemed at some points to be a party for her, but at other times it seemed like a party in conjunction with a big convention of some kind. I saw her and went up to her to say hello. We got to chatting a bit–just small talk. Eventually she went away to talk to someone else. Later at the same party I had my sister with me, but she was just a baby. I wanted to show her to S, so I found her and introduced her to my baby sister. S made little googley eyes at her for a bit. It was pretty cute actually. I handed my sister off to someone–I think it was my mom actually, but I never saw either of them again for the rest of the party. A show was about to start on a small stage, so S and I sat down and we ended up next to each other. I told her about the first time I saw a picture of her back when I was 12 and about hearing her music for the first time. I told her I had every song she’d ever recorded on my mp3 player. She laughed and didn’t beleive me. She said, “That’s a lot of songs.” So I showed her. She was surprised and pleased. The party was really loud so she asked me if I wanted to leave the party with her and go somewhere more quiet. I agreed and we went up to my hotel room which I was sharing with two other people–my mom and someone else. We sat on the bed for awhile chatting again. I told her it was wierd that she was in my hotel room. She agreed. We ended up in the bathroom somehow. She kissed me and asked me when my roommates would be coming back. I said at any time. She said she wanted to do things to me that would require privacy. We went to this room that was connected to my hotel room. It was basically another bathroom because there was a shower in it. But it was pretty large and had carpeting. We ended up getting in the shower together and I remember being a little afraid, because she’s 50 years old, and I had no idea what a 50 year old would look like naked. But it turned out to not be much different than what a 40 year old looks like–she was extremely hot, and then instead of being afraid of what she would look like, I became extremely self-conscious. In the shower there was just a lot of kissing and that kind of thing–we were both revved up, but then my mom came back and neither of us felt comfortable there, even though we knew my mom wouldn’t find us. We ended up leaving through another door before we could do anything. She said we should get a hotel room for the night. I asked if she had a room and she said she did, but that her husband was there. We called the hotel from a pay phone instead of going to the desk and they said a room would be $65,000. We called another hotel and the room was only $250. It was some kind of economy room, but we agreed it would be fine. We went to the other hotel and up to the room and it turned out to be an outcropping on the outside of the building. It was concrete and had no walls. We were disgusted and got our money back. At this point we were feeling a little helpless–nothing seemed to be working out. At this point, I’m not sure what happened, but we ended up in a room with a single bed. Somehow a bunch of her stuff was in there and she had all these pictures of friends and stuff. I looked at all of them. She already had pictures of the party we’d been to, so there were pictures of me and her in the stack–one of them was of me and her, and she was holding my little sister. Then we started kissing again, and proceeded on to all the fun things one does in a dream about sex.
There was a part in there at some point where a lot of people were around us, but not at the party, but I don’t remember that part very well or when it happened.
