Today I am thankful for fictional dreams. At least I hope they're fictional. I'm an INFJ. As an INFJ, I have the weirdest habit of dreaming of lovers before I meet them. It's always been this way. I got my first marriage proposal at fourteen from a friend of mine who was five years older than I. My parents had just died and he knew I was going to move away. He didn't want to lose me. I turned him down. He got so upset, he ran off to the military. We were both hyper-religious. There was no funky business. I never touched him because I never dreamt of him. I dreamt of someone else who I met a couple of years later. Now, if I know who I'm going to....well...you know, I don't really hold back. Kinda makes me wonder if the few guys in my past thought I was a slut. If I don't dream of you in advance, I won't touch you. Weird, eh? This is probably why I've been celibat...