Happy Dry-Hump Day!

HUH? What did I just type up there? Happy dry-hump day? That’s just disgusting and unladylike. Really? I do apologize. I don’t mean to be offensive but this truly happened. You may choose to leave my blog NOW…or keep on reading…

Ok, yes, that’s the title, but hear me out first. (LOL) I meant to type this one up yesterday, since it was Wednesday and, indeed hump day; but I just ran out of time—messing with other stuff which I’ll have to share with you later. Let’s get to the meaning of all this. Shall we?

So, yesterday morning I had a bizarre dream. I dreamt I was ‘dry-humping’ a woman!

OH MY! OH ME! OH WHY? (sigh)—Dreams—I tell ya; they are one way to tell how dirty your soul really is. LOL. And I found how dirty mine is…just kidding. If anyone is into dreams though, please tell me your interpretation of this one because I just don’t know what to make of it. (Please keep it clean…be nice)

I was somewhere, in some apartment building, walking, minding me own business, when these two women approach me. They weren’t good looking at all. One of them, the one I ended up dry-humping, actually had a triangular head, bushy, dark eyebrows, and a missing forehead. So, these two ladies are horny—super horny. They are rubbing on me and want to invite me to have a threesome. I am disgusted and mad that they are actually rubbing their horny, nasty, unattractiveness on me. I tell them I am not into that and I try to walk away, but they follow me and tag team me—one is in front of me and the other one behind me. For reasons only a man would understand (joke), I feel I have no other option but to give in to their sluttiness. I have the one in front, with the triangular face, lay on her back and as I lean over to lay on her, she lifts her legs up and opens them wide. She’s moaning like a crazed cow (I’ve never seen a crazed cow but I can imagine one) and I don’t know what the heck I’m doing. Out of nowhere, I begin feeling aroused! Yes, aroused! WTH? (This is pretty embarrassing for me to share but it’s just hilarious at the same time that I figure ‘why not share?’) —OK. Back to me feeling aroused. I start thinking, “What the heck. I wish I was a man so I can do this.” I start dry-humping this woman, with everything I had…

I’ll stop there. If I continue describing what I felt, I’ll just hide under a rock. I did share this with my husband and we were cracking up. His explanation was, “Well, maybe because your subconscious knew today was hump day. Happy Hump Day.” LMBO

Ah, the mysterious world of dreams. SMH

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Author: Emma G Prince

I am an aspiring writer (*wink), a mother of three perfect boys, a wife to a super hot mechanic, and daughter to the best parents in the whole world. Sounds too good to be true? HA! That's because it is! =D

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