Okay, I've written about this dream numerous times, but I'm going to start from the beginning this time:David, me, and someone else were all laying on a floor in blankets and such, trying to go to bed, but for some odd reason we could see through the ceiling so we were looking at the stars. Then David said "Look at all the sattelites!" I thought to myself "Should I bust out singing Looking For Sattelites, like I want to, or just leave it be?" I didn't, fearing that it would only annoy David. Eventually, David and I started arguing about what size bra Iman wears. He was mumbling a bunch of numbers, then blurted out "55 D!" There's no such thing as that, but I didn't think anything of it. After a few more moments of silence, David laid on top of me and began licking/making out with my right armpit. I could feel everything. The tickling, the wetness, etc. It tickled so bad I was laughing and squirming around, but he kept on doing it. Then a baby started crying, even though there isn't one in my family, and my mom walked in. David had just enough time to go and hide behind a shelf. Then I woke up. . .
Strange.