Have you ever had a dream about someone you know that you really have no business dreaming about?
Last night, I dreamt about someone I worked with. One of those kinds of dreams. Not a super, dirty porno dream, but a little racey and completely shocking, because it came out of left field.
Now, I know I work with people that read this blog. Before you ask me who it is, let me say:
1) I will never tell. Unless I am really, really drunk and we are super-dee-duper good friends. And you will have to pinky swear on your children's lives. And maybe not even then.
2) It is not someone that I work directly with. He does not work for the same client as me, we are not good friends, we don't talk outside of work, or even at work. Sure, if we are walking into work at the same time, we would definitely say hi and talk about the weather.
3) Yeah, it's definitely one of the last people you would ever think.
So anyway, I had this dream. I didn't even remember it, until I got to work. This man, that I don't even see every day, walked past me this morning and all of sudden, like a smack in the face, it came back to me.
Now, I don't handle embarrassment well. I get hot in the face, I blush, I stammer. Yep, all of those things happened. My face felt like it was on fire, and all I could do, for most of the day, was laugh at myself.
I am so ridiculous. I want to not think about this. But I feel so awkward. I know it's one sided. I know it is nothing.
I can't stop laughing. And blushing. Sheesh.
Rosie N. Grey
The N stands for "naughty, naughty".