The Freudianest of All Freudian Slips

Today, I was telling Mr. B about a dream I had last night, in which Johnny Depp and I were alone together in a fancy hotel room.

Johnny Depp decided that he wanted to marry me, and I was having conflicting feelings about this.
Mr. Depp suggested a bit of snogging to make his case, and I acquiesced.

But Mr. Depp had a bit of a kink, and asked me to wrap my lips around his tongue rather than press our lips together. 

Or as I said to Mr. B, "He didn't want to make-out normally. He wanted me to suck his tongue! So I sucked Johnny Cock's tongue. Depp! Johnny DEPP's tongue! DEPP. I said Depp."

Slip of the tongue, I swear.