The performance was about to end, and it was obvious that the hell was over, but they were still going to keep an eye on all of us for a while, just to make sure that everything was alright. He was sitting one row ahead of me and I had to lean in, to hear his account on the latest interview which included the last week of hell. He inclined that they would be waiting for his account on the recuperation the next week as well. I don’t know what tugged me to speak, but I blurted out without any second thought:
“And when they ask you what you did this week, what are you going to say?”
This time he turned his head right and looked up at me, and in the shadows of the concert hall through the annoying droning of the congratulatory song, he said:
“That I was having sex. Fiercely.”
And I woke up.
The moral of this dream is – stop watching Shinhwa and Game of Thrones interchangeably. It messes with your brain. *pokes head* >_<
Funny thing though, the dream was entirely in a good, legitimate English.