Imma give a warning, it's not that much, it's not that cloooose..well kinda, but just in case, just to let ya'lls know. Okay.
ᵁᴺᴷᴺᴼᵂᴺ ᴰᴬᵀᴱ Dream: I don't know where I was standing...Well, it looks like some sort of building. I was walking by the hallway and looked at my left to see a room. There wasn't a door, just an arch. I see few white couches and several peoples there with books. I made myself in to look for a space to take a seat because I am attracted to books and also because I didn't have nothing to do. The place make me feel relaxed because the people I saw were calm. The place looked like a conference about someone's book or something like it. As I entered I saw someone facing the audience from his desk, book in hand. Sitting. That someone looked exactly like Misha. I had thought, my visual was getting cleared as I walked to get a small couch to sit in. I wasn't holding anything in my hands before I saw him. After I saw him I magically have my Castiel back pack with the pin that he's bare chest. I noticed that when I was on my way near him and felt a little nervous about that, hehe. I quickly cover the pin with one of my hands.
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I found an empty couch near by his desk or table? Whatever.. but it was like two or three inches closer to his desk. As I went to get my space, for a sudden appears a fatty, pretty woman, with short and blonde hair.. I know, weird and frustrating but, she scooted away and gestures me to sit right besides her. Hurray for her to let me sit there ha. I finally sat and put my back pack in my lap. The quickly I said my thanks when I took a seat but unexpectedly she speaks to me in spanish. I don't remember what she says but I talk weirdly in that language lol, "oh you speak in spanish/oh tu hablas el español..." Blah blah blah can't remember but when I had talk like that I took a second to look at Misha and found him chuckling quietly. Yes, it's him, that's the someone. Now that I think of, my primary language is spanish, but I automatically talked to that person in English not knowing if she understand or know that language just because I meet Misha? Just because his language I automatically spoke in that idiom? Haha. A minute passed and I looked at him again, he's face was to much closer to ours.. I see him, worried? His facial seemed like it. The woman besides me noticed that and went to touched his cheeks. I bet it was to checked his temperature, if he has fever. I then move over her hands from his face.. I don't know if it was jealousy or something lol, but yeah. Now I was the one to check on him. He was facing down his deck supporting his head with his hand. I looked at the other hand and grabbed it and said, "You're tensed?Worried? Look, we have the same, same hands see.." He looks.. I said that because he got his nail bitten like mine, anxiety, stress... I then litf my hand at the reach of his head. I was now asking for permission, for me to caress his head, his hair. While having my hand up, his head went foward saying that is okay. I caresses his head kindly as I smiled. Then I stand up as I grabbed his hand to take him with me, to go somewhere else. When I turned around the people were gone and the place changed a bit. With a blink of an eye I was at my grandmother, at the living room. Still holding Misha's hand I see a free couch, I could just went there and take a seat with him but I didn't. My parents were there at the living room and I was desperate for something...yeah, so so desperate. Maybe that something would relax him...
I quickly let go of his hand and faced him as I jumped into him not even bothering that my parents were there. I believe that's when my dream becomes lucid. He then holds me while showing me a big smile as he walks backwards to the hallway. He was heading to one of the door. He turns right and opens the door with his back. "Shut the door, shut it." I said under my breath, aching for what's coming. We found ourselves a bedroom. When closing the door behind he let himself fall on the bed. I saw a big mirrow reflecting us, I see myself on top of him by the reflection. He wasn't wearing his trousers anymore, just his orange underwear. And that's when I moved my hips in circles...
ASDFGHJKL. I FREAKING FELT IT! HOW'S THAT FREAKING POSSIBLE?! Well lucid dreaming I guess... And when I thought about taking his boxers off the dream gone *puff* I'VE NEVER GO THIS FAAAR! AHHHHHH!
