ScarlettSkye108

My uber-strange dream from last night:

I was walking down to my gramma cellar un-lucid and everything was foggy like a windshield in the rain. I became lucid then and yelled "Clarity!" To my dream itself to clear up and most of the fog dissipated except for some in the corner of my vision so I spoke "clarity" a bit softer this time and walked upstairs to my gramma's porch. When I got there, there was (of all people who I'd do this with) Roger friggin Taylor. I was annoyed by his presence and asked him why he was here. He didn't answer and pulled me into a kiss.
I remember feeling I felt it was wrong like if you kissed a cousin or something. But, I didn't object. When he finished I asked him why he did that and he said because I wanted to and then the dream dissipated into a fumbling around fully awake me asking myself "what the hell just happened?!"

My Dream diagnosis: stop listening to queen 24/7 and stop obsessing over people I like