Woke up from a dream.

Warning, smutty dream below.

Last night while we were chatting online, my friend from China mentioned she’s losing her house because the government wants to build something there. Her entire family will become homeless simply because the government wants to snatch their land. I told this to my parents, and they suggested she come here and live with us. Heh. My mom was like “she could marry you…” Thanks mom.

But… it caused the following dream…

It was late night, a warm summer night and we were there, dressed from the ceremony before, I in a tux and her in her white gown. I still did not believe this was happening, this girl who I’d met randomly online one night when I was just hanging out at work. And she was… my wife?

She smiled at me, her eyes sparkling in the hotel room’s dim light, her black hair against the white of her dress. Doll-like, almost fragile she looked there in that big white dress. I smiled back, the mood unfamiliar but the tension was getting to me. I tried not to stare at her, beautiful in the dress we’d quickly picked out just weeks before…

Her eyes watch me as I remove the coat of my tuxedo and hang it in the closet near the doorway. “It’s warm…” I say, tugging at the collar of my shirt. “Why don’t you get changed, David,” she suggests. I nod and step into the bathroom, the oddness of the situation weighing on my mind. I hear the crinkling and soft sliding of fabric from the other room and know she is getting changed also. I step out to grab the shirt I prepared and see her standing there, looking at me. Her torso draped in silk and lace. I stare at her, eyes locked upon her, paralyzed. She smiles at me and walks towards me, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her lips touch mine, breaking the spell. Reality rushes in and I realize she’s in my arms, her desire matching my own…