He walked up behind me, hips lightly swaying as he leaned in for a kiss. His hand went gently to my hip and he asked me to go upstairs with him. I turned around then, surprised he'd see me that way, and suddenly self-conscious. The thoughts in my mind rolling quickly through desire and then fear. I didn't want him to see me naked. I was embarrassed and ashamed of my body. Not much more happened in the dream before the scene faded away.
I was embarrassed and ashamed of my body to the point where I said no to enjoyment. :(
I know, Ackles is quite a specimen, and most women might faint if he asked them to have sex, but I don't think that's the point of the dream or this post. My point is, I've gotten to the point where I don't like myself and what I look like, and it's affecting my choices. Quite sad.
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