I had a dream last night about Pete Buttiegieg! He was visiting a college campus that I worked at. I think I had volunteered to assist with his visit that day. Anyway, I was in the hallway outside of a classroom when Pete and his entourage come and gather in the hall next to me. He and I were chatting and I could feel the palpable mutual attraction. He was flirting so hard with me. I felt exhilarated and aroused.
Then someone's baby shat their diaper, and I stupidly volunteered to go change the diaper. It was a huge, disgusting mess. Maybe because I read the Trump shit thread before I went to sleep, there was just an insane amount of content in this diaper.
By the time I finished this thankless, disgusting task, I realized that I had stains on my clothing and I smelled awful. So I decided to jog home and change. In my dream I was a fast jogger and it was effortless, so that was a fun experience because I am the worst runner in the world in real life.
I changed into this very strange outfit that was a mix between a soccer uniform and a cricket uniform. In other words, very preppy, and very sporty. But with some playful argyle socks and really classy white boat shoes. I thought I looked incredible and I knew that Pete was going to fall hard for me once he saw me in this outfit (lol)
But I was getting a gnawing sense of time anxiety. It hit me that Pete only thought I was quickly taking the baby to the bathroom for a diaper change, and now I've been gone for an hour and a half. Oh no!
I was running back to the campus (again, my feet had wings) but I started to panic as I realized that I didn't know where Pete would be now, and I didn't have his cell number and everything suddenly felt like a big insurmountable mess. I contemplated how I could find out where his event was, and wondered how I could break into it and catch his eye so that he'd know I was there in the crowd. I prayed if my plan worked, that he would find me after his event and we could spend the evening together in his hotel room making love. Of course, this is all so stupid because in reality, as a volunteer or coordinator, I would have known the entire day's schedule and had access passes, contact info, etc etc.
In the middle of all of this panic and preemptive grief for the loss of my beloved Pete, I get a call from this gross guy that was apparently my boyfriend but he'd been away on business for so long that I had forgotten about him completely. He says that that he's done with his work, has flown back, and was just touching down at the airport right now! He says he going to get fast food after he disembarks, and hopes his breath isn't going to smell too bad when he kisses me. I. Was. So. Fucking. Bummed. And that's when I woke up. The funny thing is that the feelings of disappointment and loss lingered on through the entire morning.
Anyone else ever have any (actual, don't just make something up) dreams about a celeb or politician that were either super sexy, or super duper weird and random?