lierdumoa | This is your brain on AI8

So I had a bizarre dream about Adam Lambert last night.

We were texting. He was telling me about some kick ass Tank Girl themed party I needed to go to. And then I realized he was on the bed with me, only the bed was giant, and we were wearing pajamas and there was this very strong preteen-girl-sleepover vibe going on. So I turned to him and was like "why are we texting? We're dorks." And then we were chatting and cuddling platonically and after a while I decided I wanted to go to sleep and moved away from him.

And then he pulled me back into him and I was yelling, "Let go of me, Lambert. I AM NOT A HOT WATER BOTTLE."

And then I woke up.

I feel like I've reached new heights of lame here. Instead of a getting a nice hot sex dream where I'm in a sweaty threesome with the Allens I dream about Lambert and me being giggly bff's.