Don't Dream It's Over

I woke up this morning very confused (but with a smile on my face). Dreams can be so ridiculous. I have been having the most bizarre dreams. I'm not going to tell you about last night's dream as the details are still slightly fuzzy.

However, two nights ago, I dreamt I was out at a club, but then I ended up on a cliff looking out at a serene sunset, the waves lapping below, the wind blowing gently through my hair - definitely worthy of a Jane Austen novel (However, I was pretty disappointed that we weren't all sitting round a fire singing, but never mind). I was with Sexy English Boy and his mates. We got very friendly in the sand (hint hint). I should say by this time everyone else had passed out due to some form of over-abuse of alcohol. It was fun (but note to self - a sandy beach is not the best place). I definitely enjoyed it (even though he didn't last that long)!!! However, lets just say he felt it was a one-night stand. I became really upset as we hadn't used protection, but he didn't seem to care and just left me sitting on this cliff alone. Men!!! The dream then jumped a few hours and I was in my Aunt L's and was telling her the full story. She was proud of me. I'm not usually the outgoing type. She was sitting smiling at me. I have just had unprotected sex, the tears are streaming down my face, which are accompanied with Panda Eyes that I swear were the size of a small country. My clothes were dishevelled, covered in sand, beer and who knows what. I was a wreck and her words were "Way to go!!!" Not exactly what I wanted to hear. Anyway, it all resulted in me having to take the morning-after pill. Then waking up with the sun pouring in my window, feeling as if i'd been punched in the stomach more than once by Joe Calzaghe, or had been on a heavy drinking binge the previous night. Not the best feeling shall we say!!!