I've been having an unusual slew of weird dreams lately. Maybe my mind is getting ahead of itself with my lack of creativity output. I've had my head wrapped around someone and somethings that keep manifesting themselves in utter weirdness when my body is unconscious. I'll say it again...weird. So eat this:

[Names have been changed to protect the innocent]

Setting: Dark bar-like atmosphere, tropical decor, smelled like alcohol. Although it looked like a bar it was a house, a BIG house with many rooms and a giant staircase. Rooms closest to the bar were connected to one another, one set of rooms were connected by a high window located above each room's respective beds. The other rooms were just connected by doors as if it were some sort of fancy hotel.

Company: A handful of friends and partygoers. This was a small spring break crowd. Pretty much all of my friends and family were there.

The scenario in bits and pieces: It's a pretty good party. I'm polishing off a full bottle of Cazadores and the guys are all downing beer. A "friend" of mine, we'll call him Bob went off and hooked up with one of my family members we'll call her Bunny. (lol) Of course I notice this and take a little interest in what's about to happen. Meanwhile a cute, nevertheless nameless guy approaches me and we hit it off. We head over to the room next to Bob and Bunny. The room just so happens to have a window and I could just barely see over the top to Bob and Bunny about to get it on in the next room. So nameless cute guy and I get a little hot and heated, things go fast and soon he's reaching for a condom. When I see him go for the prophylactic my head spins and I want off the ride. I politely excuse myself from the room with a smile, a wave, and a 'I'll be right back'. I leave the room, my head hurts, and I get that uneasy feeling of bats in the stomach. Almost everyone has left the party. Only a few of my friends and a handful of girls are left cleaning up the mess. Wow, how long were we in there ? The first thing I see is my friendly bottle of Cazadores staring at me from the bar. I oblige it and throw my head back letting the last shot trickle down my throat. Then I hear the door to the bathroom shut. Bob and Bunny are out of the room. I head back to my cute and nameless, but this time I feel compelled to hide the hookup. I scramble around and make sure all the doors to the connecting rooms are locked. I forget one and my friend--we'll call him Steve, walks in on his cell phone. He tells me that I was begging him to come into the room with me and I refute and push him out the door. *click* The door locks and I finally return to my cute and nameless guy only to find him wrapped in a paper mache toga....everything is hazy from there.