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i had another rupert dream last night. oy.

this time, we were on some kind of game show. like the kooky japanese ones you see on banzai. he was on the show for a raising money for a charity, and i was his partner.

wtf. idek.

anyway, there was this one part where we had to swing on a rope from this one platform waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay over to this rubbery wall on the other side without falling into a ginormous pit of vanilla ice cream.

BRB PAGING DR. FREUD

the thing is, you have to swing on this rope together. there's a little base that you're both supposed to stand on -- so little that the contestants have to be basically wrapped around each other to fit on it. and you have to cooperate with each other, so you've gotta swing alternately to build up the momentum to get you swinging hard enough that you can get to the other side. and then you have to jump off together.

so rupert leans back...pushes forward, and then i do the same. we go back and forth like this for a few minutes and get a pretty good rhythm going. eventually i have to close my eyes, because all i can see is rupert smiling at me and he's got his arms around me and one of his legs is sort of wedged between mine and i can't concentrate because my heart has pretty much burst out of my chest from beating so hard.

and let's not forget that each time we lean forward/push back we bump pelviseseses. O_O

so i'm pretty much goo on this rope and then he says, "come on, we should do it now." and i'm all, "guhfwaffle?" and he goes, "on my say-so we're gonna jump, okay?" i grip the rope in my hands and go, "no effing way." and he's like, "don't you trust me?" i say, "i trust you -- it's the gravity that makes me leery." so he says, "well, if we don't make it, then we just fall in ice cream, and that's not so bad, right?"

i nod, and he grabs my hand and says, "okay, go!" and we jump. we go flying over this pit and he's still holding my hand and i can't even breathe, and then we hit the rubber wall and bounce off down to the even more rubbery floor.

i'm on my back, and he rolls over so that he's not quite on top of me and he says, "see? i told you we'd make it." i can't say anything, of course, so i just nod. and then.

he lays this ridiculously soft kiss on me. like, so soft that i'm not even sure that it happened. and then he does it again.

and i'm like, "what are you doing?" and he says, "i promised myself i'd kiss you if we made it -- kind of an incentive." he flashes that reason-obliterating grin at me and kisses me once more...

and then my stupid alarm went off and messed everything up. hmph.

i'm insane.