Sunday, October 2, 2011
Here We Go Again...
The past few nights I've had super clear dreams; the one last night had me waking up at 4 am, sweating up a storm (!!!). Anyway, check 'em out:
Thursday night's dream starts with me walking down a street/city block. It kinda looks like the downtown where I live now, but the sky is white, like a backdrop, and the whole place has the vibe of a movie set - or a cartoon storyboard- rather than an actual street. I'm walking with someone (don't see who), when one of those Schwinn Sting Ray bikes zooms up to us out of nowhere and skids to a stop on the sidewalk, blocking our way.
The person riding the bike is none other than my high school friend, Teenie. Her hair is kinky and wild, her eyes are wild, she is grinning wild and breathing hard. She is wearing acid washed jeans, a hot pink long sleeved mock turtleneck top with a red boat-necked blouse over it; the red blouse has white paint splattered on it, like she was actually painting in it (not as a fashion statement), and the whole thing is cinched with a narrow white belt; her shoes are classic white Keds. I look her up and down, and start chastising her: "Oh, no. This is all wrong. You can't go to work like this! You can't let your students see you like this!" Teenie looks at me, still breathing hard, and shrugs "Why not?" Me: "You look tacky." She shrugs again and starts riding her bike along side me & my still unknown companion. We end up at an outdoor wedding reception where my sister Megs shows up out of nowhere and asks me,"How do you like my dress?" I look at her, horrified, because it is a hot pink dress I wore as a bridesmaid back in the early 1990's: puffy, shirred short sleeves; sweetheart neckline; fitted bodice with a "v" seam in front where it meets the full (but not puffy) skirt; the hem of the skirt is tea length in front, and full length in back. Of course, there were Dyables shoes to match. I look at my companion, and say "What the...???" I never do see who my companion is.
Saturday night's dream followed a lovely evening at an Oktoberfest party. The night was crisp, and quintessentially Autumnal. I was home and in bed by midnight, but alas, my sweet slumber was interrupted by...another sex dream.
This is getting old. :o/
This one was pretty graphic, with actual nudity and everything. I do mean Everything. So, yes, I'm one of the naked people gettin' all jiggy with it, and I can see my partner from the start this time. The. Entire. Time. You guessed it: it's Shall Remain Nameless.
Whhooooaaaaaa, mama! I woke up physically sweating, saying out loud to myself, in the dark of my bedroom, at 4am, "That. Was. Intense." Phases of the moon? Phase of my life? A passing phase? Too much beer? I mean, I almost thought that it was a hot flash, but I'm still a bit young for those, and like I said: IN-tensly realistic.
Guess what I'm going to do now? Yep: 1) check out what the color hot pink means in dreams, and 2) continue working on writing those sex scenes, since the dreams don't seem to be going away anytime soon.
Happy Fall, y'all.