sweetdeens

I had the most terrifying dream last night. It goes as such:

I’m sitting in a crowded movie theater surrounded by friends, and this man-child is sitting behind me. He was wearing this diaper-esque situation on bottom and, like, a vest. With nothing under. And the man was NO Steven Tyler; let’s just leave it at that. I don’t remember what movie it was, but I know it was something I was very much into (Madagascar 2?), and the like super immature guy was poking my side probably every 90 seconds trying to get my attention. At first I wasn’t that annoyed; I was actually flattered. I have no clue why. Crossing guard gear doesn’t usually do it for me, and let’s just say that I prefer #1’s and #2’s to take place exclusively in the potty. Somehow he pulled it off though. Don’t ask me how.

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?! It better not have anything to do with maturing, because if it does, I’m so not into this. My subconscious needs a reality check.