In My Dreams...

Some of you who know me know that I am genetically pre-disposed to having strange, rather vivid dreams. (to site the genetic material I come from i give you 
Exhibit A: my newly-ish married parents (well newly-er married than they are now) are sleeping at night when my dad wakes up to my mom kneeling on his chest digging at his eyes saying 'I'll get the bugs out honey' I think that only happened once, but we're weird dreamers.
So the other night it was my first night at home and I was exhausted after the drive, I was missing Provo some, and I had the strangest dream. Perhaps it was the turkey and alfalfa sprout tortilla that I had. 
Did I ever mention that I taught Temple Preparation in my ward with the cutest boy in the ward. I knew said boy was way too cute for me, and he was righteous and spiritual and charismatic... you get the picture, anyway, so we became friends because there was no interest. I promise that information was pertinent, as I dreamed about said cute boy. 
In my dream I was over at his apartment planning a lesson and it was getting late. Now, in reality his apartment was just down the hall from mine, but in my dream it was farther away. Also, the layout of our apartments was very small and crowded, but in the dream it was pretty open. 
So I decided that I was much to tired to go home that night, so I slept on the couch right? No. I just climbed in his bed (I know! scandal!) and then he climbed on his side of the bed, and we slept in the same bed. And we woke up and I was a little annoyed that he was still super attractive first thing in the morning. And I wasn't even weirded out by the fact that I slept in the same bed as a boy... weird, weird, weird. 
And that my friends, is why I'm glad that other people don't see my dreams, they would think I was a sketchy, sketchy girl.