John, My Fantasy
There has been very few lucky blokes that have the honour to emerge in my dreams, except Mr. Y my biggest obsession for almost a decade (who I came to realise is a total wanker only a couple years ago, damn…silly me) and some guys with unidentifiable faces but tremendously adorable bodies. No explicit scenes though, am glad that I still have managed to maintain my poise and discreetness even in my dreams.
But, last night, it was Mr. John Mayer, the weirdest-looking boy (as Elise once commented) yet one of those quasi-talented geeks in my age group that I kind of respect, who stumbled in. Well, at least I’ve got taste! But the problematic side is neither have I been crazy about John nor known him personally (which is for sure). Nor is he a well-publicised drug-addict, tits-pervert, or nanny-seducer who I would have read a lot about on gossip-mags lately. So why on earth would I bring him into my dream unconsciously?
As usual, I could’t remember the scene clearly. But I did remember I was quite relaxed and content throughout this very first major interaction with celebs. The setting seemed to be a homey cafe or bar where we were chit-chatting casually. The content of the conversation, sadly, disappeared without a trace when I got up with a content smile on my face. John must have been quite interesting and kind, otherwise I wouldn’t have felt relaxed at all. Yes, I am still the semi-socially-clumsy me even in a dream. Very honest reflection, though.
Unprofessional psychoanalysis based on no scientific ground : John represents the kind of boys that I have a hidden fantasy for or I would fall for in the future. Slightly strange-looking, a high volume of musical talent which I could get on my knees for, seemingly sweet nature (according to the press and his music), effortless urban-hipness. Right on target!
Professional single-track-minded analysis based on common sense: I am bored and horny, finally, after all these years! Grab me one of those wonderful creatures somewhat like John and I ain’t gonna screw it up.
Hence, a little friendly message: Watch out, John (whatever your name is)!
