Other people just dream of being naked in school

The other night, I had a terrible nightmare involving my return to The Pocket Ex. I went back to him and his lavish penthouse suite with a baby grand which he would serenade me on, and his marble floors and his powerful family connections and it was deep night and lush tropical foliage on the balcony sent heady, exotic scents drifting over on the warm air, there were a million stars in a velvet chocolate-box sky and he was lounging on the bed with his shirt off (ick argharghaaaaaaargh) and as he leaned in to kiss me, I realized with sudden horror that I had made a terrible mistake, and that the one I really wanted was The Boy and I scrambled off the silk sheets, slipping and sliding and searching for my shoes as I prayed frantically that The Boy would take me back, desperation and horror blooming in my mind dark as blood.

And that's when the horde of flesh-eating zombies burst through the door.

Sigh.