Bits of my weird dream...

De La Hoya looked like Danny DeVito, and he came into the house where I was staying with "(can't remember the guy's name in my dream)". I remember I was walking through the house with some skimpy shorts on and no top. I was skinny too (like when I was young). I saw "De la Hoya" looking at me as I hurried through the room and bent over to pick something up off from the coffee table. I looked up at "my man" with a fear in my eyes and said "De la Hoya's here".

DLH looked at "my man" and said something like "you got a good one there", then went back to checking me out. I scrambled up the stairs and I was unknowingly followed up the stairs by DLH. I stepped into a room and was starting to get my clothes on when DLH ran his hand down my back and hindside. I swung around quickly just as "my guy" reached the entryway of the room and clocked DLH right across the jaw.

I grabbed a shirt (I think) and headed down the stairs, out of the house. I ran down a dirt road that followed the hillside the house stood on. In the middle of the hill was another house, much like a shack. I turned back as I reached the shack and looked at the house I had come from.

I don't remember what happened after that. I just remember waking up with a feeling of longing for whoever "my guy" was, and a feeling of disgust that De La Hoya had put his hands on me!