I am in a large bedroom. It is night. The room is dimly lit by lamps. I am sitting on top of a dresser at the corner of the room. I watch Dave Grohl from The Foo Fighters leave the room. The shaggy-haired blond drummer from the group smiles at this point and walks over to me. I know what is on his mind. He wants to hold me and kiss me. A small part of me wants to do what he is thinking of. It feels flattering to be desired like this. His excitement excites me. But then I immediately think of M. I cannot do this. I will not go through with this with the drummer because :
-it feels like whatever that might happen with the drummer will be shallow...it would mean nothing to me. It would be nothing more than a bit of lust.
-such lack of feeling for the drummer is not worth destroying my beautiful relationship with M.
As the drummer attempts to hold me, I pull away from him. He asks me what's the matter, what is wrong, why this cannot happen between us. I do not say anything, but he understands the reason through my actions.
I wonder why I dreampt of this drummer. I really don't find him all that attractive anyway. It is so much fun having these types of dreams. Such drama! Such entertainment!