I woke up this morning
I woke up this morning a little disoriented... discombobulated. I felt like I was on drugs having just run a marathon, hopped in a hot tub, and was sipping my favorite wine in a room wallpapered with lava lamps. One and one made three and I was so rested and content in my confusion. I rarely remember my dreams. When I do remember them, they are invariably Salvador Dali meets Seinfeld themed and if I could jot them down on paper, I could cash in the sheets for a ticket to the loony bin however, last night was different. I had the most graphic, intense, involved, and completely erotic dream I think I have had in my entire life. It wasn't Redi Whip soundtrack pr0n style incidental or the leather clad midgets with peanut butter and barstools style fetishland funhouse... no, this was romance and seduction and sex in all the ways it should be sometimes that people let slip through the cracks of RealLife™. I don't what series of events let up to that particular dream or what it all means, if anything, but O M G. Maybe it'll make sense when my feet are back on the ground.
What???? You were supposed to be in Dallas? Excatly how many people were in on this trip? Why was I not invited? Where’s the love?
Note to self: purchase Q-Tips for Gil.
I asked you twice last week if you wanted to go. Either listen more carefully or learn how to handle your liquor.
;-)
Call me.
cool - so who was the lucky dream-subject, then? hmmmm?
lol. i’m not gonna kiss and tell.
mudballs at midnight
little rubber duckies
tender tanqueray kisses
fragile glass stir rods
antiques in the afternoon
contemplative conversation
thousands and thousands of miles between us
always between us
i miss her sometimes
that mysterious woman from my sorted past… truly an angel that I may never see again
and she never even knew how she touched my heart… ever
such is life, but like I said, I’ll never kiss and tell. ;-)
lucky girl. :-)
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