Well, like normal I stayed up late last night. It seemed like another night except for one thing, my dreams were very unusual. I can only remember two dreams but they both took place, remarkably, in my dorm room. I was laying on my stomach (in life and in the dream) wearing nothing but a blanket and my boxers. The first dream is not really important, two comedians I like laughing and joking back in forth about "Last Comic Standing" On to the Important dream. So, the comedians transitioned into me just laying on the futon when someone (who shall remain nameless) came into my room and started talking to me. She and I conversed (we obviously didn't care that I was wearing practically nothing) and out of nowhere she jumps on top of me and pulls the blanket over us. So here I am, with this person on my back, and it felt great. I could literally feel her body in contact with mine. It was a feeling I hadn't felt in so long I came to the realization that this was, in fact, a dream. I don't normally realize I'm dreaming, so this was pretty unusual. I could have woken up right then, I could have done anything I wanted (since I knew it was a dream) but I didn't, I just wanted this wonderful feeling to last. And remarkably it did, the impression of two hands on my back remained, even after I glanced down to find that I was, indeed alone in my room. The feeling, the warm feeling lasted for about five to fifteen minutes (maybe even thirty seconds) when I finally drifted into more of a full dreaming state.

All in all, this was a dream I don't want to forget. The only down side is whenever I'm around the person who was in the dream I get really nervous inside. Of course, I always was kinda nervous around her. Ha, I wonder what she'd think if she knew. I would have liked to go into more detail, (like how I sometimes hear the TV on when it really isn't, or the oddity that I had a dream I was in bed... In bed...) but I really don't have the time I won't say anymore about her, I'd hate for her boyfriend to find out...