Voices

Several FAs in a row. Like yesterday, I dreamt that I heard <PERSON> come home. In the first FA, I heard someone come into the room. Very scary feeling, because I was sure <PERSON> was at work. Then the lucidity hit me. My body, along with the blanket and pillow slooowly slid across the mattress and landed softly on the floor between the bed and the wall. Then I heard <PERSON> ask me why I was sleeping on the floor. I cannot remember all we talked about, but he mentioned having a meeting that morning and when it was over he just came home. So I was like, ok. Then woke up. Went back to sleep, and the same thing happened. Heard someone come into the room. He did not say anything, it is just, the feeling of someone being in the room. Then the bed moved a bit and I heard a shuffling under the bed. Oh also, my eyes were stuck shut in all these dreams. A kind of SP thing, which nearly always accompanies my FAs. Then I became lucid again. So my body slid across the mattress again, but instead of landing on the floor, I just slid over to <PERSON>'s side of the bed. Then I heard his voice, from under the bad, saying "Hey". I laughed and asked what he was doing under the bad. And he said, "trying to make contact." Then I woke up again. Hehe wtf. So I fell asleep a third time. and this time I felt a presence in the room, and the feeling and sound of someone getting in the bed next to me. I said, "<PERSON>?" He said, "Yeah?" And I said, "Yeah right." Then I began to drift off again, but I could hear the sound of someone breathing beside me, a rhythmic, sleep sounding breathing (was sure that it was my own breathing that I heard). I became lucid then, because I knew the breathing had been mine, but now it sounded like it was coming from next to me. I reached behind me and felt <PERSON>'s arm. AHA, I thought, not going to fool me again. This is not really <PERSON>. But, as long as this DC is right here in bed anyway.. So I grabbed his arm and pulled him on top of me. His arm felt heavy and muscular, just like <PERSON>'s. And his feel, his smell, and the way he kissed felt so much like <PERSON> that I almost questioned it again. But I knew it was a dream, and I just tried to make the best of it. So we made out for a while longer but I woke up again. I had slept enough by then.