So, I had this dream last night that was definitely not safe for work (most people's work, anyway), which makes me think it is probably just as well that I so infrequently fall asleep at my desk. I am pretty rubbish at remembering dreams, but this is more or less how it went down (no pun intended):
There was this very charming person I was hanging out with and they told me something about how they had a hard time turning down sex because they just enjoyed it too much. My reply was something along the lines of "well, excuse me if I take advantage of that" and before too long I found myself with my head between their legs and flicking my tongue all over their business, while they were telling me how their business was universally appreciated by various nationalities. I assure you that I dreamt that particular part, including all the intricate details of their business, in exquisite vividness. Then my alarm rang.
Now I don't know if I should be annoyed at my alarm for dragging me back so brutally into the reality of my dark and lonely bedroom, or grateful because, as I said, I am rubbish at remembering dreams, and one never knows if a minute later, I would have been dreaming about rabbits with pocket watches, the world with nothing but shrimp, or saving a speaking, boneless puppy from sliding into the kitchen sink, and then that would be the scene that I'd remember.
I guess I'll just have to trust that my alarm knows best.