Nocturnal Emissions

For the past few nights, I've had a reoccuring dream about Paris Hilton, culminating in our sexual liason last night (which, I'll have you know, SHE initiated). Being a pursuer of tall, stubbly-faced hot rods, I was rather disturbed. Was this the wish-fufillment of my previous suitors, who begged and pleaded to see me tongue-kiss one, if not all, of my female teammates on the water polo team? Is it what dream interpreters call "mirroring", an supressed desire to mimic the characteristics of our fellow xx chromosome-carriers? Or is it that my unconscious id just has really, really bad taste in chicks?