The first time, I just had to explain my newfound state of ... I dunno, corruption, to my father; I don't remember how it went. I don't want to.
The second time, last night, I lost it to an upperclassmen of mine who plays trombone, has impeccable grammar, used to have a beard, and is semi-obsessed with Communism and zombies. I didn't witness the actual event, thankfully, but the dread that I could potentially be preggoes lasted throughout the entire dream and more than made up for the awkwardness lost in not witnessing the loss of my subconscious virginity. The thing I remember most clearly was texting the guy about Ghostbusters bracelets, so I don't even know.
I'm not one of those people who can differentiate between a dream and reality while in the midst of a dream, so I woke up this morning feeling very "OH THANK GOD MY VIRGINITY IS STILL INTACT." And ever since, I've just wanted to know whyyyyy.
Could be case of this:
And/or I just have odd, sexually charged dreams for no reason.
Andrea! <3
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