The Giant Purple Brassiere that Ate Pittsburgh

I had this amazing dream last night. It was so amazing that as soon as I awoke this morning I jumped out of bed and ran straight to the computer to write it down before I forgot it. I didn't even put on a robe. All I'm wearing is a black negligee.

The dream focused around my lingerie dresser. I have an old dark stained oak dresser with 8 drawers all for my lingerie. In my dream my purple brassiere was in a horrific mood and began eating all my other lingerie. It ate everything it could get its cups on.

Drawer by drawer all my sexy lingerie was being eaten alive.

Then all of a sudden my lingerie dresser exploded and out emerged a giant angry lingerie blob that began eating everything it saw - people, furniture, stop lights - everything! And then Steve McQueen appeared and started fighting the lingerie blob. He was boxing with it and punchung it in the cups and the panties and the corset.

And then Brad Pitt and Johnny Depp appeared in the dream. And the dream turned from a nightmare about a lingerie blob into a romantic dream. There I was cuddling on my bed with Brad Pitt and Johnny Depp.

I was wearing sexy lacy cheeky red short shorts with a matching red lace bandeau top trimmed with fringe. Brad Pitt was wearing a purple button gladiator thong made of silk. And Johnny Depp was wearing nothing but a pirate hat and an eye patch.

We cuddled and kissed on my bed for a while. But every once in awhile Steve McQueen would stick his head in the bedroom and yell "Would somebody help me fight this lingerie blob!"

Then I awoke and I immediately ran to the computer to write it all down. I wonder - do dreams really come true?

(c) All rights reserved. 

February Fontaine