Not about men, STFU. I usually don't remember dreams which is weird so I like to write them down when I can actually remember. I'll consider this writing it down. I had one last night. It took place in the downstairs of a house that wasn't familiar but based on the setting it was my parent's house (parents are divorced so that made no sense). I was in the family room downstairs and there were two girls and two guys. I recognized the one guy, former coworker who I'm still friends with. The two guys had to go buy something and they took one of the girls. The other girl stayed behind. After the other three left this girl confesses to me that she's had the hots for me for years and wants to fuck my brains out. Then she walks over to an open space on the carpet and does the splits. Why? I don't know. We go into what (in the dream) looks like my bedroom and start fooling around. I hear a knock on the door and it's my mom. She says to get the girl out of my bedroom and I tell her we'll be fine and she won't stay the night. She says okay and goes back to bed. At this point I should have realized it was a dream. Then the other three came back and we never got to t3h sexing. Kinda crazy that I could remember all that though.