Yeah, this is still a thing. My totally digital, online relationship with a prominent male pornstar is hitting its stride. Seventy-two hours rarely go by that Cody does not post a reply to what has become a near constant, string of stream-of-consciousness, messages from the dream diary I have made a permanent feature of his XFans (not the real name ( Read more... )

Last night's adventure had all the ingredients of a "buddy" dream, one that often steals elements of different people in real life that I'm attracted to into one amalgam along with the conceit that I've known this person for a long time ( Read more... )

I haven't had one f these dreams in a while, the Make-Believe-Friend dream, he kind of dream that cobbles together a bunch of aspects fro differfent people in the real-world, into a single amalgam. I had them frequently when Crosby was younger. I don't thnk I had them at all during the pandemic. And, certainly not since I started raising fish ( Read more... )

I think I mentioned at some point during the pandemic that I'd started having a different sort of dream, different in the sense of theme and types of anxiety that it covered.  I call them my Rip Winkle dreams, named after the children's story of the old man who falls asleep for twenty years and awakens in the future ( Read more... )

Had a typical Mommyland dream this afternoon. I'd barely dozed off for more than an hour and a half, but somehow managed to havee afull throttle dream with a beginning a middel and and end ( Read more... )

I was fairly lazy about journaling my dreams last year. Real life was pretty fraught with COVID-19 and not aging terribly well. Dreaming felt like a luxury even though I persisted in having them. Even without keeping notes, however, I could still notice certain consistent themes. For example, they mostly consisted of dreams involving current events ( Read more... )

So, it really feels as though I've been sleepwalking these last few months. The summer was just one more COVID dominated pall. Big Bro' and wife took a dangerous car trip to another funeral right after we buried Aunt Nannie, leaving Sis and I to ride the Amtrak together back to New York. It was the most time Sis and I had spent together since her ( Read more... )

This has been a difficult summer. So far, at least three close relationships have spent time in hospital, with one facing insurmountable odds against leaving while of this planet. They are Bing, one of my best friends; my brother and my lone surviving parental sibling, my Aunt Nannie ( Read more... )

Not so sure about this one. It's entirely possible that I am dreaming about waking up and faling back asleep again. But, here goes anyway ( Read more... )

I think I've mentioned that I am one of the few people I know who can dream, wake up, fall back to sleep and essentially begin dreaming again where the last one left off. Last night, I had another one ( Read more... )