Dreaming about me in Stuff

I was chatting to José over Facebook chat, and he told me he’d had a dream about me.
Jokingly, I replied, “How was I? :P”
He immediately wrote back “How did you know it was a sex dream??”
I just said, “I was hoping it was.”

It’s always nice chatting with him. It sucks he’s been back in Ecuador for over a year now, and I lost contact with him for many months. In fact, it feels so long that I’m unsure if it was last year or the year before when we used to hang out here in Brisbane.
I just remember feeling dejected when he seemingly cut off all contact with me for no reason. Right when I thought we were getting along swimmingly. I hadn’t even slept with him. It was obvious we both enjoyed each other company. Him calling me a pet-name, “Spooky”. Me calling him ” Smiley”, simply because he always had an ear to ear smile in his face. I don’t even remember him without thinking of his smile.
So he found me on Facebook a few months back and we’ve been chatting back and forth since.
I asked him ages ago what the deal was with ignoring me and I think he said he was just really busy and then had to leave for back home. I forget what his answer was. I remember not believing his answer.

He told me he’s got this new job, right in the middle of the Amazon rainforest. It sounds like a pretty sweet set-up for him. I, of course, joked about being careful of Anacondas.
He steered the conversation back to his dream, saying I had an Anaconda of my own. Lol.
Apparently I was real good. Then he said I tried to top him.
Tried to? But I was good?
I guess dreams don’t have to make sense.

This was such a strange conversation to be having with him.
I never thought of him as a bad person. Just very strange that he shot through.
And he makes me laugh even though he’s over the other side of the Pacific, so why not have these playful chats.

I have to wonder if there’s any hidden meaning behind a sex dream someone else has about me.