Kissing Peter Patrelli

Well, I certainly wasn't aware that I was attracted to the guy, and maybe the whole attraction-thing is a metaphor for something else. Here is the dream:

I am with a group of friends. Peter somehow end up alone together. It is outside, on a strip of grass with trees - almost like a median but more lush. We're talking but I feel so drawn to him. He does too, I can tell. We end up standing very close. He says, "you can do what I do." We come together and our chests touch each others. Two things happen, I think simultaneously. The first is that slowly we begin to fly, in small winding circles, further and further up into the sky. The second is that we kiss. It's less like a kiss though, and more like sharing breath. The pungent nature of the taste is rare for me to experience in a dream, and I would say was the most vivid detail. Yet, any words I use here will totally fail me. It was something akin to smoke, dark, rich, almost sulfuric, but pleasant. Almost how I imagine tasting coal might be. Strange...

Anyhow, we float for a while like that. Some of our friends see us as we come back down to the ground but we're both unconcerned. The whole scene replays itself in a stairwell on the inside of an apartment building; kissing and floating upwards. We end up back at an apartment. We are both naked but not having sex (sex dreams are really really rare for me). At first we are lying in the bathtub together, then on the floor, spooned in the fetal position.