Sooooooo, basically, I dreamt that I was Bella. Of course, I was with pope...and well, we were sniffing each other and ‘stuff’. And it was on a boat (555555), but it was a small arse boat so you can’t really get comfortable, you know what I mean? Anyways, after a few minutes of struggling (ahem), I proceeded to sultry whisper to pope, like, “khun p, I’m thinking maybe reua sompao might not be enough anymore, we might need to ‘yacht’ or ‘cruise’ ship this situation”. Ha! What does that even mean in this dirty head of mine?? And the next think you know we are on a giant fancy ship...like the titanic!! Except, oh gawd, it’s not the ship that is going down...it’s me and my nasty self!!! And then I proceeded to molest the poor guy!!! It felt so wrong and so right at the same time!!! Help me!!! I’m out of control!!