I Meet the Boy with a Bratwurst from My Dream Last Night

Plains, July 2016

I was delayed, and didn't eat dinner until 9:00 pm.  At 10:00 pm, the dream began.

I was at a party in West Hollywood: 20 or more guys sitting on couches and divans in a vast living room.  No one I knew.

I went into a spare bedroom to change into my Superman costume for a skit we were performing.  But I forgot my tights, so I had to go out to the main room naked from the waist down.

No one noticed.

While waiting for the other performers to arrive, I sat next to a cute  twink, college age, with short brown hair and a round friendly face.  He was wearing a formal white shirt, unbuttoned a few buttons so I could see the cross around his neck and an outline of a smooth hard chest.

The next day, I went on Grindr, and the boy from my dream was there!

Only 1,000 feet away!

 Well, the guy with the tagline "Visiting" looked just like the boy from the dream, except he had slightly darker hair and no cross around his neck, and he was a little more buffed.  His profile photo showed him lifting weights.

Weird.

The full story, with nude photos and sexual content, is on Tales of West Hollywood.