dirty, dirty

So I dreamt that I was making out with the girl I can't get over. For some reason, we moved off of her bed and onto a hardwood floor, where I began to go down on her. We stopped after I complained about how dirty her floor was. With the back of my hand, I swept up a little and picked up a few small piece of trash before we moved back to her bed.

We resumed what we were doing, but the rhythm was gone. So was the point of continuing.

I used to routinely clean up the back yard of her apartment building, which her neighbors had turned into a dump. I once suggested she move in with me, but she said she could not see herself moving into a place where the neighbors kept their trash on the street. (My neighbors were doing reconstruction and had a temporary dumpster installed.)

Often, real life lacks the logic of a dream state.