that Dave Matthews and his wife Ashley were sitting on my sofa. Well, lounging. She was tucked into the corner and sitting somewhat diagonally, and he was sitting against the arm of the sofa with his legs lounging across hers.

Only her face was wrong; it wasn't actually *Ashley*, but it was supposed to be her. Someone else's face got put there by my brain, but in the dream, it *was* Ashley.

Still.

I kissed him.

Yes, I did. I had been talking, walked away, turned back and planted one on him. I worried about Ashley but she didn't do anything but watch, and I had a slight flashback to the Swingtown episode Roy and I watched last night, with a threesome going on. Dave didn't quite kiss me back right away, more let me do my thing, but eventually he opened up to me and I just touched his tongue. It was nice and sweet and afterwards I shook Ashley's hand and then ran down the hallway to my bedroom.

Weird, how in dreams, your house isn't always your house? This was supposed to be mine - Roy and the kids were there, things I recognized as mine, but NONE of the rooms were of this house, or the house I grew up in. Bizarre. They usually are.

Yes, I kissed Dave Matthews -- if only in my dreams.