Dreaming About Men Who Hold No Interest
Apparently I have a predilection for dreaming about guys whom I don’t find the least bit attractive. It’s happened before with Robert Pattinson, and last night it happened with Apolo Ohno. (For those not living on this planet, he’s an Olympic Speedskater – and the only reason I know this is because I follow figure skating, and he had races betwixt the triple axels.)
In last night’s dream, I was at my parent’s pool in the summer. Luckily I was standing on the deck when a huge manta ray/shark creature in black swam quickly through the water. It was horrifying (and one of my nightmares come true as I always predicted it would). The creature darted into the shallow end then emerged. The face was covered all in black cloth, but then the mask came off and it was Apolo Ohno, apparently trying to disguise himself (and quite successfully so). He was then all smiles and charm and he and my brother went back in the pool while I ran inside to get the camera. We took a few photos because he’s famous and that was that. I love it when a surreal dream ends happily (or at least without any bloody carnage).
(I didn’t think there were photos of a naked Apolo Ohno, but once again I was wrong, so for those who find something thrilling in that, here it is. Personally, I hate when they muck up someone’s erotic masturbation fantasy image with this sort of message, but since Apolo does nothing for me it doesn’t much matter in this case.)