schadenfreude

Everyone knows that I am madly and passionately in love with Vince Vaughn. I think he is just the most luscious little peach. So I had this dream last night. I was at some outdoor party or something and actually met him. Sparks. Chemistry. Flirtation. He's charming and gorgeous. We are shitfaced drunk. He leans in for the first kiss, and my dream-self is just about coming in her pants. Just as his lips touch mine, he vomits. Everywhere. Vomit in my mouth. Vomit all over my hands. Bilious vomit. He looks mortified and his eyes glaze over and he passes out. And I stand there holding a big pile of puke in my hands. And then, alas, I woke up.

Dream interpreters, go wild.