I finaly left the chat to sleep last night around 3:45 am. I didn't actualkly fall asleep until sometrime after 7am. I tossed and turned for HOURS. I think the longest stretch I slept without waking was 2 hours.

I had quite possibly the strangest dream I have ever had. If I did not feel so groggy, I would probably have better detail, but this one I need to get out.

I don't recall the events leading up to our ultimate hook-up, but in my dream, I was basically having a torrid affair with Jon Jansen, who plays offensive tackle for the Washington Redskins. The weird part is not that I somehow managed to have an affair with someone who has acheieved a certain level of fame among football fans. It is that I have known him since we were 9 years old and the very idea of sleeping with him feels very, very wrong.

Aside from that, he was also so beautifully built in the dream. Before he went to Michigan and they bulked him up, he was much more svelte than he is now. I think they register him at 306 now. When we were juniors in high school, he weighed around 210. In my dream, he was absolutely ripped.

I was watching football that night with a bunch of people and saw him in a commcercial with his family. At the time, I thought the family consisted of his immediate family - parents, brother, etc. He was not in the room when we football junkies saw the commcercial, but after the commcercial, he was suddenly there. I remember he was giddy, because it was his first endorsement ad. So somehow, we managed to wind up hanging out and we, of course, retired to his hotel room. This was not strange at all in the dreamworld. In fact, it was perfectly normal that two plutonic friends would go back to his room and sleep in the same bed without any possibility of sex. Before we fell asleep, we talked about working out and the ex-girlfriend he dated for a long time, who happened to be my best friend years ago. I think the two hours when I actually slept without waking coincided with the time I actually slept in the dream.

We woke up and he got out of bed first. At this point, I was without my shirt, though I don't remember taking it off in the dream. He got out of bed and started to get dressed. He then leaned down, kissed my forehead and stroked my hair out of my face, while telling me not to rush to leave. Again, this felt perfectly normal and not at all sexual. He was going to come back in a little while and he just wanted to hit the gym before he started his day. He was pretty much dressed and his gym bag almosty packed when I finally sat up in the bed and took a long, deep stretch, while holding the down comforter over myself in some attempt at modesty.

I reached down, got my shirt on and got out of the bed. I stretched some more. We had idle chat for a few minutes and he timidly asked what I was doing the rest of the day. He said he would really like to see me later on and maybe we could go catch a movie. At first, I agreed without thinking. Then I realized, DAMN! I work tonight (which I actually do). No problem, I will just call in.

Next thing I know, some guys come to his door to take him to the gym and he tells them he is almost ready and they should go on without him. Then we are kissing. Now the dream got weird as hell.

His hotel room was covered in cameras. The monitors for the camera activity were also in the room. I knew this because I could see their reflection in the mirror on the wall above the bed just below the skylight(!). He furiously tried to unplug all the cameras without ever removing his mouth from mine. This part I saw in the third person, for some fucked up reason.

We finally got the cameras unplugged and I realized then why he didn't want them picking this up. In my dream, he was married. Last I heard IRL, he had hooked up with a swimmer we went to college with (yes, we wound up at the same college, too) after he and Jenny broke up around junior or senior year of college. I had also heard it was pretty serious. I assume in my dream, this was his wife, though I have never met her.

After we got the surveillence system down, we went to a more common part of the room. We went down a hallway lit in blue, still miraculously kissing, by the way, which opened to a large foyer of sorts. The foyer had many places in which to hide - little cubbies, if you will. We did not hide in the cubbies, even though anyone could just walk in and find us easily at this point. Instead, we backed ourselves up against one of the corner walls behind the cubbies. This room is also covered with cameras, but the monitors are not places in the actual room and the cubbies do not have monitors.

At this point, my dream got a tad graphic. We are making out, backed up against a wall like we are remaking 9 1/2 Weeks, and I am definitely feeling aroused. Our hands are now all over each other. Next thing I know, neither of us have our pants on. I start to wonder if my pants ever were on to begin with. He wants to go for it, but I want to make out more, so we do.

A few minutes pass and then he unleashes what must be the most beautiful cock (sorry, but this was a sexual dream, after all) I have ever seen. We are talking like 10 inches with nice girth on him. So perfect, I feared he might hurt me if he slipped it in. Now we are making out with hands in new places. Forbidden places. Places I never thought I would touch on Jon.

Sparing you the gory details of actual insertion, now we are fucking. This must be the best sex I have ever had, I think. Painful at first, but such a good kind of pain, I hardly even notice. Right when I am about to climax, we are interrupted by someone entering the foyer area. I hurry and slip into the cubby and now he is somehow fully clothed again, trying to hide his enormous erection.

They have conversation while I continue to hide. Suddenly, one of my friends appears in the cubby with me and tells me he does this with all the girls. No, he doesn't, I think. He can't. He isn't like that. I am special. He would never cheat on Melissa (I have no idea if that was his GFs name or not, but that's what it was here) with just anyone. Next thing I know, I am watching as girls from our old school are walking by talking about their sexual exploits with him. They don't realize I am listening. My friend proceeds to "tell me so" and Jon continues to chat with his manager.

I wander around in the cubbies for a while, which are really nothing more than small rooms separated by from the main foyer area by flowing blue curtains. Anyone could lift the curtain and see me there, naked and waiting for him.

Everyone finally leaves and I confront him about his affairs. He denies them and while I know he is lying, I simply don't care anymore. I just want to get off and see his ripped abs and beautiful cock again before I wake, since at this point, I have figured out that I am dreaming.

I should have known that realizing I was dreaming doomed me. You never finish the good parts of dreams when you know it is a dream. Sure, you can begin to direct the dream a bit, but it never lasts long enough to accomplish what you want. We start to have sex again and I feel like he is the best kisser in the entire world, with strong, firm, lips. He is big and burly, but still very gentle with me, a girl at least a foot shorter than he (his stats list him as 6'6'', but I daresay he was actually taller than that, coming in around 6'7'' or 6'8''). Again, I am close to climax and that's when I wake up permanently.

I never did get off.

So, what does this dream mean, geniuses?

I think it's telling me I need to get some. Well, some that is not Morholt, whom I saw 2 weeks ago and did bad, dirty thngs with.