* figured i should mention this since a lot of people seem to be looking up information about who jason mraz is dating and getting to this site. this is a dream. i don’t know jason mraz, nor can i control my thoughts about him. *
i’m dating hella people at once. jason mraz, hubert (or hugh or something), lenny, and one other guy. hubert is like, an older german guy from the internet that i am dating as a joke. i’m primarily interested in jason mraz. not sure how we meet, but it is a chance meeting and i feel special and lucky that i’ve gotten the chance to meet him and have gotten his attention in THAT way.
we have sex. two people, a couple, are watching over the edge of a bed or something, silently. uh jason mraz is standing and i am lying down on the bed. he says something about how he has a big penis – 6mm? or some kind of weird system of measure that i’ve not heard of before. It doesn’t feel particularly like that’s the case. he’s done asap and is a sweaty mess. i assume and feel like he probably hasn’t had sex in ages. it feels like nothing to me, by the way. (this is not because the size of his penis mind you, it is because i don’t really derive pleasure from sex in dreams.)
later i’m in this kitchen, talking to someone about all of my various boyfriends. the guy i am talking to is surprised i have so many. later that evening, i’m waiting for mraz to come home and i worry that he may not come home. i’m in the kitchen area and it crosses my mind that our family will be seeing cirque du soleil on thursday and i need an extra ticket (i think for someone other than mraz, strangely enough). sherry says that her family has an extra but she’s not sure if they still have one.
soon, mraz comes home late and i’m happy. he waltzes in and i’m sitting at a table with my parents, in a brightly lit room. he plants a kiss on me casually after doing a little twirl upon first entering… he seems to be chipper. i introduce him to my parents slowly, and i’m not quite sure how it goes. i wake up and “i’m yours” (by mraz) is stuck in my head.
inspiration: what can i say? i watched jason mraz videos before going to bed yesterday. and i’ve been reading the book “lolita,” who has a main character named humphrey or something. also, i’m going to cirque du soleil this friday. pretty much point by point mundane and predictable but not really.