Maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but what the hell, we're all depraved, perverted friends here. Before I went to bed last night, I was reading this thing about dream interpretation, and it mentioned the theory that all the characters/things in a person's dream represent aspects of the dreamer him/herself. So off I went to sleep, and being the suggestible gal I am, promptly had a very saucy little dream in which I was making out with...myself! I was both me and the person with whom I was getting it on. And may I just say? I was hot! Some of the best nookie my subconscious has ever had. And you know what they say: learning to love yourself IS the greatest love of all. When I woke up, both of me needed a cigarette.