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Author: appollonia77





(This was dreamt the night after watching the West Wing)



*I never dream about celebrities...I don't know how normal it is that I have been thinking about this literally NON-STOP.....I dream a lot and this is probably the best one I have ever had. I cannot stop re-playing it. Feedback on that would be appreciated.*



I am in a big convention center, but it is not the convention. It is a strategy meeting of campaign workers for Congressman Matt Santos (democratic candidate for pres. played by Jimmy Smits).



There are tons of people, and we are all packed in sitting on the floors and standing along the walls. A man comes around and says we have to take off all of our jewelry and put it in a both, and we will get it back in one week. I don't know why he says this....but I am very dressed up, wanting to impress the congressman. I take off the diamond necklace I am wearing and put it in the box.



The next thing I know, Congressman Santos is working the crowd. While we have long been very faithful, dedicated campaigners, most of us have only met him a few times, briefly. My heart is racing....suddenly I realize I have felt much more for him than political support. He is getting closer now, maybe 40 yds. away. The giant room is lit dimly, but I see him pause. He stops and kisses a girl about my age, square on the mouth. It only lasts about 5 seconds, but it is clearly not his wife. I am hurt, jealous, and upset. He looks over in my direction, and sees the look on my face. I look away, embarassed, as a tear runs down my cheek.



As he starts in my direction, I turn away and start to walk out of the room to one of several giant hallways. I can feel that his eyes are still on me.

There are only a handful of people in the hallway, as the giant crowd is anxious to hear the next speaker inside. I sit down on a large table, and as the Congressman enters the hallway, I stare down at my feet. He stands in front of me now, inches away from the table I am sitting on.....I can't believe that he is so close. It seems surreal that he is paying any attention to me at all, out of the thousands that are here. Now I am not just hurt, I am extremely nervous. I continue to stare down. He puts his hand under my chin and gently brings my head up to face him.



"You know how I feel about you," I hear myself saying.



"I know, and I am sorry. Do you know how I feel about you?" he asks, as his intense dark eyes look into mine. I say no.



He leans forward and starts to kiss me, slowly, as if testing what kind of kisser I am. I try to pull away a bit, to see if he likes it. He pulls me back in and wraps his arms around me. He puts his tongue in my mouth, and we start to french kiss. We are both very turned on, but he doesn't try to shove his tongue down my throat like most guys. Instead, it is absolutely perfect. I even hear him moan ever so slightly into my mouth. This goes on for 3 minutes or so. When we do stop, he says "that was so great" with a giant grin on his face. I say, "yes, it was. Thank you."



"Thank YOU," he says. It was seriously the best kiss I have ever had, real OR dreamt. And I do dream a lot. He was far superior to anyone and everyone.



Later that night the other girl and I are both recognized in front of the crowd for being the Congressman's most dedicated campaigners, and we are given gifts of some sort. I remember feeling like a smug brat for being upset about the other girl, when my kiss lasted far longer than hers, and I find out that he never even spoke to her. Not a word, it was just the quick kiss.

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