Which left me wondering, why, why, WHY is it that all the good dreams are always interrupted by some ridiculous reason?

Stupid brother. You owe me big time.

Alright, it was only that bad because I'm a sexually repressed teenager who isn't getting any...there was this girl doing stuff to me through my pants, that was hot. Such an unbelievable turn-on...I didn't know you could feel that way when you were asleep.

I think if I were a guy I'd have woken up and I'd have made a bit of a mess. Actually, I seem to recall she was some evil incarnate, and only I knew that and she needed to keep it a secret, so I blackmailed her into doing stuff...such a bad boy.
[I've been thinking of myself as a "boy" lately...I'm female and comfortable with that, I don't really want to be a guy, but I don't mind being called/calling myself a boy...in fact I'm actually sort of more comfortable with that. But I get angry if a friend goes "ooh, you're such a guy/man". Does that make sense? I just needed to get that out there.]
In the middle of that, my brother comes running up to wake me up to ask if he can play one of my computer games. Gah.

I go back to sleep.

Then my ex who I'm over finds me in the middle of a crowd and declares her undying love for me and we make out all over the place, whilst there's some invasion or shootout going on and everybody else is running around in something that looks like a swanky outdoor pool/lounge. We go and find somewhere quiet and stuff happens...
The mother comes up and rummages in my room for a book or something, waking me up. Point her in right direction, mom (at least) says sorry for waking me, tells her kid to go back to sleep.

So sleep again.
Holy hell, this time I have tennis stars with me. In a hotel room. And there is the weirdest tennis court in here, and I'm watching this Federer-Nadal-Sharapova-Henin showdown on this four-way court thing and there seem to be about ten or eleven balls in play. That's good tennis. Meanwhile, there seems to be 5 tennis playing bartenders whacking around glasses with bottles of wine, and I'm cuddled up to Safina in bed, who's sitting there drinking vodka out of a lamp? Henin's taken out Sharapova like a bug and Federer and Nadal are just duking it out now...this is the best tennis I've watched, the score's so close, it's so intense-

I awaken once more. This time, I just did, so I'm all "ah, screw this," and I get my lazy ass up to brush my teeth and wash my face and wake up properly.

Fuck. I apologize for this entry, I'm flying halfway across the world in about eight hours and I'm a little nervous and trying to mess up my sleep habits in anticipation for jet lag. It's an anxiety thing.

Pray that I'll have a safe and happy flight? Goodnights to y'all.