Sleepless nights and crazy dreams
I was so tired at work today. I didn't sleep very well last night. Even now, I am struggling to stay awake; and would probably just go to sleep, except for the fact that I'm trying to stay awake long enough to watch tonight's episode of Under the Dome.
Maybe if I write about last night's crazy dreams, I'll stay mentally awake enough to make it through the rest of this episode without having to stop and rewind the DVR again. I've already had to stop and rewind about four times since the show started at 9PM.
I can't remember all of the details of last night's dreams, but some of the images are still vivid enough to write about.
For several weeks now, I've been having re-occurring dreams that Karen is cheating on me. As hard as I try, I never figure out who she is having an affair with, but the signs are all there.
In some of the dreams she has even gone as far as to leave me and the kids to go live with the other person. Some guy that she claims watches Law & Order SVU, and fag-hag shows, all day long in his 20 room mansion. He has a staff of maids and cooks to clean the house, do laundry, and prepare meals; so there are no worries about needing to get up from watching TV to take care of anything or anyone else. The guy has even bought her a new Mustang GT to drive on her daily shopping sprees, and has the chauffeur follow her in a van to bring home any items that can't fit inside the car on the way home.
Last night's dream ended a little bit different. for some reason, jack and I were playing on a father and son basketball team called the Bees. Our mascots and cheer leaders were dressed like black and yellow bumble bees, and cartoon bumble bees were painted on the glossy basketball court floor at the half court circle.
The whole game, I completely sucked at the game. I was the worst Bee on the team, yet somehow I kept ending up with the ball and we were winning the game by a margin of 114 to 32. The half time buzzer sounded, and all of the players left the court for the locker rooms. There was going to be a special half time show, so we had over 30 minutes until the next half started.
For some reason, that I could not figure out in the dream, instead of going with the rest of the team to the locker room, I took a seat on the bleachers near the exit to the door that led to the stairs up to announcer's booth. I was sitting there huffing and puffing from running on the court, and was having trouble catching my breath. I was soaking wet from sweat, and wearing shorts that were way too tight. My junk was on full display under my shorts. I was not comfortable.
Sitting on the bench next to me was our friend Brandy, but she didn't really look like the brandy I know. for the most part she was the same, but she had long blonde hair. She was patting me on the back, and telling me what a good job I was doing in the game, but the most important part was that I was doing a good job of being there to support Jack in the game. She kept telling me how proud she was that I was showing so much interest in keeping jack and Delaney engaged in their activities.
I said I wished that Karen could be there to see that I was supporting them as best I could, and the brandy with the long curly blonde hair replied, "Oh, I'm sure she knows; and probably thinks that you are doing a good job." I said that I doubted that was true, and told her that I hadn't seen Karen since back in February. She asked if I still missed her, and I told her that I've missed her for years now. "But she's only been gone for a few months," she replied. I just looked up at her and said, It feels like she has been gone for years. I couldn't honestly remember the last time we had been together, and even then it was only because she felt that she had to come say hi for my birthday.
Brandy gave me a swat on my rear (like she sometimes does when she feels sorry for me because I'm not getting the attention she feels I should be), and said, well then you should just go see her. I told her that I couldn't because every time I tried to go see her, she just ran away as soon as she was finished saying hi long enough for me to feel like we were actually communicating together. besides, I wouldn't know what were the right things to say, or even know where she was. I had forgotten how to find her a very long time ago.
Brandy laughed and said, "Well you are in luck, because she's right here." I leaned forward to look around Brandy and her big poofy blonde hair (which seemed to have gotten as big as an 80's female heavy metal band member's hair within the last few moments of the dream), and Karen was sitting on the other side of her.
Her hair was pulled back in a tight rolled bun clipped at the back of her head, and she was wearing green and teal eye shadow that showed off her dork blue eyes just below her blunt cut bangs just above the eyebrows. Her sexy lips were covered in true blue lipstick with glitter. It was a very different look than I had ever seen on her, and not one that I would have thought to ever see on her; but somehow it worked for her at this moment. She looked like she was ready to step on the stage for an off Broadway play, or join the Rocketts.
She said that ________ (I couldn't remember or hear the name) liked seeing her in colorful makeup, so she always made sure to do it for him before they left the house together. I thought that was interesting, since even though I had never wanted her to wear theater makeup, but had always begged her to wear just a little bit of red lipstick and eye shadow when we went out; to which the answer had always been no.
Karen had a huge smile on her face, and jumped up to give me a hug. She said she was happy to see me doing stuff with the kids, and wanted to know if I'd like to sneak off to make love. All of her shopping that day had made her horny, and since I wasn't doing anything at the moment, she figured I would benefit from finally getting laid since I was obviously too uptight at the moment.
The dream glitched at that moment, and the next thing I knew we were behind the bleachers, straddling a padded weight lifting bench with her lowering herself down onto me. He pussy was soft and smooth. Not a hair any where to be found. She explained that since she had all the money in the world now days, that she had bought herself a floor to ceiling mirror to go inside her bathroom with a pool sized tub. Shaving from the neck down was as simple as sitting on the marble edge of the tub and seeing everything in plain view and then hosing off before getting dressed in her two story closet across the hall.
as she began thrusting her hips back and forth, she reached up to her bun and unclipped her long dark hair. The sift chocolate brown locks fell down around the front of her face to the bottom of her breasts; and fully covered the front of my body as well. It was a glorious and gorgeous sight to behold. So long, so beautiful, and so sexy. That very moment was like a moment in heaven; like none that I had known since right after the kids were born. The Karen that was on top of me at that moment was the passionate and loving Karen that I had known when we had first gotten married. She looked at me, and had passion and lust in her eyes. She actually wanted me. I felt like I was going to explode at any moment.
and then I realized that I needed to wake up and go pee.
That was a very vivid and crazy dream. And it was very difficult trying to get back to sleep after that. Which is why I am so tired now.
Maybe if I write about last night's crazy dreams, I'll stay mentally awake enough to make it through the rest of this episode without having to stop and rewind the DVR again. I've already had to stop and rewind about four times since the show started at 9PM.
I can't remember all of the details of last night's dreams, but some of the images are still vivid enough to write about.
For several weeks now, I've been having re-occurring dreams that Karen is cheating on me. As hard as I try, I never figure out who she is having an affair with, but the signs are all there.
In some of the dreams she has even gone as far as to leave me and the kids to go live with the other person. Some guy that she claims watches Law & Order SVU, and fag-hag shows, all day long in his 20 room mansion. He has a staff of maids and cooks to clean the house, do laundry, and prepare meals; so there are no worries about needing to get up from watching TV to take care of anything or anyone else. The guy has even bought her a new Mustang GT to drive on her daily shopping sprees, and has the chauffeur follow her in a van to bring home any items that can't fit inside the car on the way home.
Last night's dream ended a little bit different. for some reason, jack and I were playing on a father and son basketball team called the Bees. Our mascots and cheer leaders were dressed like black and yellow bumble bees, and cartoon bumble bees were painted on the glossy basketball court floor at the half court circle.
The whole game, I completely sucked at the game. I was the worst Bee on the team, yet somehow I kept ending up with the ball and we were winning the game by a margin of 114 to 32. The half time buzzer sounded, and all of the players left the court for the locker rooms. There was going to be a special half time show, so we had over 30 minutes until the next half started.
For some reason, that I could not figure out in the dream, instead of going with the rest of the team to the locker room, I took a seat on the bleachers near the exit to the door that led to the stairs up to announcer's booth. I was sitting there huffing and puffing from running on the court, and was having trouble catching my breath. I was soaking wet from sweat, and wearing shorts that were way too tight. My junk was on full display under my shorts. I was not comfortable.
Sitting on the bench next to me was our friend Brandy, but she didn't really look like the brandy I know. for the most part she was the same, but she had long blonde hair. She was patting me on the back, and telling me what a good job I was doing in the game, but the most important part was that I was doing a good job of being there to support Jack in the game. She kept telling me how proud she was that I was showing so much interest in keeping jack and Delaney engaged in their activities.
I said I wished that Karen could be there to see that I was supporting them as best I could, and the brandy with the long curly blonde hair replied, "Oh, I'm sure she knows; and probably thinks that you are doing a good job." I said that I doubted that was true, and told her that I hadn't seen Karen since back in February. She asked if I still missed her, and I told her that I've missed her for years now. "But she's only been gone for a few months," she replied. I just looked up at her and said, It feels like she has been gone for years. I couldn't honestly remember the last time we had been together, and even then it was only because she felt that she had to come say hi for my birthday.
Brandy gave me a swat on my rear (like she sometimes does when she feels sorry for me because I'm not getting the attention she feels I should be), and said, well then you should just go see her. I told her that I couldn't because every time I tried to go see her, she just ran away as soon as she was finished saying hi long enough for me to feel like we were actually communicating together. besides, I wouldn't know what were the right things to say, or even know where she was. I had forgotten how to find her a very long time ago.
Brandy laughed and said, "Well you are in luck, because she's right here." I leaned forward to look around Brandy and her big poofy blonde hair (which seemed to have gotten as big as an 80's female heavy metal band member's hair within the last few moments of the dream), and Karen was sitting on the other side of her.
Her hair was pulled back in a tight rolled bun clipped at the back of her head, and she was wearing green and teal eye shadow that showed off her dork blue eyes just below her blunt cut bangs just above the eyebrows. Her sexy lips were covered in true blue lipstick with glitter. It was a very different look than I had ever seen on her, and not one that I would have thought to ever see on her; but somehow it worked for her at this moment. She looked like she was ready to step on the stage for an off Broadway play, or join the Rocketts.
She said that ________ (I couldn't remember or hear the name) liked seeing her in colorful makeup, so she always made sure to do it for him before they left the house together. I thought that was interesting, since even though I had never wanted her to wear theater makeup, but had always begged her to wear just a little bit of red lipstick and eye shadow when we went out; to which the answer had always been no.
Karen had a huge smile on her face, and jumped up to give me a hug. She said she was happy to see me doing stuff with the kids, and wanted to know if I'd like to sneak off to make love. All of her shopping that day had made her horny, and since I wasn't doing anything at the moment, she figured I would benefit from finally getting laid since I was obviously too uptight at the moment.
The dream glitched at that moment, and the next thing I knew we were behind the bleachers, straddling a padded weight lifting bench with her lowering herself down onto me. He pussy was soft and smooth. Not a hair any where to be found. She explained that since she had all the money in the world now days, that she had bought herself a floor to ceiling mirror to go inside her bathroom with a pool sized tub. Shaving from the neck down was as simple as sitting on the marble edge of the tub and seeing everything in plain view and then hosing off before getting dressed in her two story closet across the hall.
as she began thrusting her hips back and forth, she reached up to her bun and unclipped her long dark hair. The sift chocolate brown locks fell down around the front of her face to the bottom of her breasts; and fully covered the front of my body as well. It was a glorious and gorgeous sight to behold. So long, so beautiful, and so sexy. That very moment was like a moment in heaven; like none that I had known since right after the kids were born. The Karen that was on top of me at that moment was the passionate and loving Karen that I had known when we had first gotten married. She looked at me, and had passion and lust in her eyes. She actually wanted me. I felt like I was going to explode at any moment.
and then I realized that I needed to wake up and go pee.
That was a very vivid and crazy dream. And it was very difficult trying to get back to sleep after that. Which is why I am so tired now.