DREAMS
Yesterday morning:
All I remember was the feeling of sex. I've been having more and more wet dreams lately, and it's kind of unusual. All I remember is pressing into someone, fighting for it, we were so in love. I remember the body, the hands, but not the face. It was a dream, tenative and secret. I remember the orgasm, but not the man who caused it.
I wish I knew who that man was, though, so I could go off and fuck him real bad.
And today:
had another fucking dream last night.
in the tropics, near boats.
A resort, with a pool overlooking the ocean over a cliff.
it was night.
hot and sticky
soft blue lights
tall fronds in the sky
plants that were like prehistoric things.
like I was on drugs.
more men.
one man looked like Brandon Harrison.
But wasn't.
he pressed into me
we were swimming in the ocean.
his hands on my shoulders and neck
and then I left the sea.
one man looked like cody clifford, but wasn't.
I drew on his face with eyeliner in the pool.
we laughed, and I kissed him in a static way.
laughing.
I was wearing a snorkel
then it was family time, and we were driving back with the boat?
(driving back from the tropics?)
near gore, the street.
but more hills
dryer, deader.
some men were jogging along the side of the road.
one man looked like cody beebee.
(I was significantly freaked out, by this point.)
he stopped at a fence to check his email
at a laptop
that was hanging
onto a cyclone fence ten feet high.
I jumped out to say hello
on the spur of the moment.
the van was still moving.
I tripped, fell, and woke up.