A Twisted dream

Alrighty, I'll start this off with a question: Is it really terrible to have a dream of sleeping with your best guy friend?
Beau, don't answer that, love.

So, I was sleeping, and dreaming something bizarre. In the dream, I was lying on this huge bed. I mean like huge HUGE double king size bed. Like, "I spent about $200 per night to get this hotel room" big. I'm wearing this little robe, thing. it's skimpy, purple with black stripes, of course. I wake up, and I don't know how I got there at all, and I'm looking around. I'm obviously freaking out too. "Why am I in a strange expensive hotel/motel suite?"

I discover my body aches all over. Especially my ass. *coughcough*

So I look towards the other side of the room. Standing in the doorway, is my best male friend, who shall hereby be known as BigBoi (thank you Anemone). He's Partially naked, except for the top part of a matching robe. except his is green with black stripes. He's a bit "portly", so it doesn't stretch down very far. He's got no underwear on.

At first I'm like, "O_O OMFG!!!! WHAT IS THIS!!!!!!?!?!?! Where are we, and why are we naked..." then I piece 2 and 2 together... and I can't believe myself. Then, he climbs into the bed with me, and puts an arm around me, and I'm like, "EH?! wh-what're you doing?" He doesn't answer, and leans in to kiss me...

And then, of course, my alarm rings. I wake up in a cold sweat, yadda yadda yadda.

Well, one thing is for damn sure. I don't love him. He's my best friend, and he's always there for me... but I don't like him like that... And besides, he's a pompous ass most of the time, and a control nazi, and likes to think he's always right. But is that something I secretly long for in the bedroom? and does this dream simply mean that, "Hey, I wanna meet him between the sheets in a place where no one else can know about it?"

Thank god he doesn't read this blog. He's straight. so this would be WAY awkward.

Beau... I hope you aren't angered by this...