A great dream

Last night I found it hard to sleep. I've been pretty good lately since I moved over to the "shed" as the sky light has been waking me up early, and I like this, but it puts a little pressure on me getting to bed earlier. I do that anyway, if by watching something on TV, but last night I just wouldn't go to sleep. I'm not sure why. In the plus, I had a very interesting and enlightening dream. It was a very passionate/intimate dream with someone from work. For some reason we were walking together at the point where the Southern Outlet reaches Davey Street in Hobart and we were kissing, then I really felt like I wanted to jump his bones [weird way to say it but it's what came to mind], and that's what happened. It was fantastic. I loved how he was in control and serving my needs. It was the best I'd ever had. It's a shame it was in my dream. I wouldn't do that with him in real life though. I need an experienced man. That is on my ideal guys' trait list. It's funny that I'm starting to get really picky about what I want in a partner. I think it's a good thing but it might make it harder. I'm sure the right guy will come along at the right time though. Things have a way of working out. I do need someone who will take the lead sexually though. That was evident from my dream. I just don't know what to do. I'm not good at it. If there's passion that might be different. I loved my dream.