I totally had the freakiest dream ever this morning. Usually, my dreams are vague these days and I wake up and thrust away any remaining images, so I can get moving with the day. The crystal clear dreams happen rarely to me now. When I do have one of those dreams, it’s usually about one of my characters or something to do with the Bar. At about 5:30 this morning, I had a very vivid dream about Nikki Sixx.
Celebrities are not my thing when it comes to dreams. I rarely dream about them. I don’t think I’ve ever had a Marcus dream. Well, maybe I did. Once. But this is like the third or fourth Nikki dream I’ve had, and I don’t even go to his website and message board regularly like I used to. It’s been a few months since I read his book and I haven’t listened to the CD recently either. I wasn’t thinking about him at all yesterday. Not one thought, so where the hell did this dream come from?
In the dream, we were at a street fair. It started out with him kissing my cheek with an indulgent smile, apologizing for being late, yadda yadda about the traffic on the 405. Then I’m introducing him to this tall ass guy who was a school principal. I don’t know who the principal was. My kid’s not even in school. The principal gave me an indulgent smile too when I introduced Nikki, saying, “I know who he is. I’ve seen his face on all the kids’ t-shirts.” This guy was really tall too, Darrien tall, like 6’10” or something.
We moved on and I introduced Nikki to my network consultant, Steve. What Steve was doing at the street fair was another weird thing. I mean, maybe he and his wife go to stuff like that, but why was Steve in my dream? The next thing I know, Nikki has his arm over my shoulders as we’re wandering through the crowd and he’s whispering in my ear, “Do you think they believe that I’m your boyfriend?”
“You’re not my boyfriend. You’re older than me. I don’t go out with guys my age or older,” I tell him with a teasing grin.
He kisses my temple. “Now you know what you’ve been missing, dontcha?” he chuckles. He starts nibbling my double helix and I’m getting all shivery. “I love your ear. All those holes and gauges. It’s incredibly hot,” he murmurs. “Hard to resist.”
I’m turning into a puddle, right there in the middle of a street fair! Then some guy, don’t know who, nor where he came from, says, “You know, Nikki left you a present. You’ll have to go back and get it.”
I look at Nikki and he’s got this smirky smile. “You are gonna love this,” he tells me.
I stare at him wide eyed. “I don’t need presents,” I protest.
“Yes, you do,” he insists. “You deserve them, and I need to give them to you. Over and over. So shut up and enjoy.”
The present is this condo with beautiful wood floors and a couch shaped like lips. In my heart, I know I deserve this gorgeous house and that cool couch, but I have this nit picky worry inside me. So I tell Nikki, “Are you trying to buy your way into my heart?”
He laughs and leads me to the bedroom. Along the way, we pass a room with a big window, a zebra printed area rug, and a big black desk with a new laptop on it. “No way,” he tells me, that indulgent smile returning to his lips. “I know better than that! If I wanted to find a way into your heart, I’d let you blow me every hour on the hour!”
I blink up at him. Damn. How’d he get into my head? Then I realize someone from Zanctuary showed him my Confessions of a Blow Job Queen post. I look at the fully furnished bedroom. Waterbed. Giraffe sheets. I am so lost in lust at this point. I look at Nikki and he’s smirking again.
“No more air mattress,” I whisper in awe. I touch the bed and it’s waveless. I sigh. I am so in love… with the beautiful wood floors, the beautiful red lips couch, the waveless waterbed with giraffe print sheets, and a tattooed ex-heroin addict rock star who is *gasp* older than me!
“No more air mattress,” he tells me and pushes me down on the bed. It feels like a cloud. It is sooo wonderful. I moan. Nikki laughs softly. I open my eyes and he’s propped on an elbow beside me, grinning.
“Are you gonna write a song about me?” I ask.
He tugs on a long strand of my streaked hair. “I already did,” he replies. “You and your blog and your crazy internet friends and your deliciously wicked tongue.”
“How’d you manage to work all of that into a song?” I blink up at him, amazed at his talent.
“It was easy. You inspire me,” he says, nibbling on my double helix. “When you’re ready to give up the cemetery and write all day long, I’ll ask you to move in with me.”
If I had been on one of those heart monitors I swear they would have brought the crash cart. And then the alarm on my phone went off. Fucking phone. I coulda happily stayed in that dream for the rest of my life.
Anyone have any idea why I had this dream? I mean sure, Nikki Sixx is hot, but I wasn’t thinking about him at all! I swear I wasn’t! I’m stumped. And left feeling… unsatisfied. I wanted that dream to go on and on and on…
Enough Nikki for now. Here’s the naughty picture I promised you for Friday. We used this at the Bar and put heads on it. Marcus’ head on the male and Kelly’s on the female. When Mary and Shiny see this picture they are going to spew their drinks on their monitors! This has to be the funniest giraffe picture I have ever seen. It’s a good lead in to the weekend. Uh, not that I meant everyone should have giraffe sex this weekend…