He got beef

Buns of steel

A lot of times I wonder what other people dream about. 

My dreams primarily consist of me slipping in the shower or falling down the stairs and dying. I always end up in heaven and they'll give me a nice drink and a tour, and when I ask them how I died, they'll show me this replay of what went down in the shower and I always find myself in hysterics because it's just so me. I dream about a lot of petty things, like getting a text from my mom telling me we won the lottery. I'll wake up the next day and call her first thing in the morning, only to find out she never even bought a ticket. I like to confuse reality and fantasy a lot. Yesterday I had a dream where I talked to cutlery, in which I asked them what they thought about us using them as tools. They told me the worst part was when you leave them abandoned near the sink, not washing them, not putting them back in the drawer... I wake up the next morning and I know it's a dream but some weird part in my brain orders me to wash my fork the next time I use it and give it a little kiss before putting it back with its friends.

I dream about people I haven't seen in years. People who I no longer talk to, or people who aren't around anymore. Luckily, I almost always end up forgetting these types of dreams when I wake up. I don't want to write them down or remember them. Most of the time they feel like fake memories. What could have been, what I wish people were like, what I hoped my past would have been like. It makes me feel sad.

Sometimes I dream about getting a good snack from someone for free and then I wake up before I'm even able to take a tiny nibble. It's disappointing, really.

I think those are terrifying.

And those dreams in which you're butt naked. 

Those are terrible.

Okay, okay. I know what you're thinking. "Where exactly is this going?" 

Let me get to the point and tell you about the worst dream you could possibly have;  Sexual dreams of people you're acquainted with. That's right.

They're terrible. First of all, as soon as you wake up you feel weird, sometimes ashamed even. Why did you do that? You know it's a dream, but still. Why did you decide that doing that kind of thing was a good idea? And that's not even the worst part, there comes a time where you have to face said person again for the first time after having a sexual dream about them and it's just so dreadful. It's all you can think of when you see their face and you wonder; would they know? Do they notice? The answer is probably no, they won't,  but you will never forget a sexual dream.

Ever.

It just doesn't leave your memory. It's permanently imprinted on your brain.

You will be 96 years old, having a heart attack whilst clutching onto your only daughter's hand, and when you release your last breath all you can think about is that weird dream you once had of your PE teacher touching your hoo-ha.

And that's exactly what had happened tonight. I had a sexual dream. That had involved Jungkook. It doesn't even matter how hard I try to forget about it, I just can't. What made it worse was that as soon as I shot awake, the first thing I saw was his face, his eyes closed in a deep slumber, snoring lightly with a content smile on his face.

Maybe I should've just banged my head really hard on the wall so I could give myself a concussion and possibly forget about this whole ordeal.

I was still laying down on the carpet, staring at his face. He was really good looking when he wasn't yelling at me with that malicious sneer on his face. I would almost call him handsome. I nearly jumped 10 feet in the air when someone suddenly started shaking me.