Dreamlog: Back in Uniform, Amongst Other Things
Dreamlog 2013.09.21
I am "at work", though I'm fairly certain it's not where I'm working now, although my main boss is still my current store manager. I seem to be ill, lying on a makeshift stretcher or bed set up on a counter not normally intended for the purpose. A somewhat chunky (but not unattractively so- in my opinion) short blond comes by and starts talking with me; apparently I am in a state of partial undress, as she has no problem noticing and seizing upon my erection, proceeding to fellatio. After I come (note: in the dream only, which is only the second time that I have ejaculated in dream without also doing so in real life), she says, "Too bad you can't return the favor;" some discussion ensues as to how I would be willing to do so, although not right there, and it turns out that she has a terrible body image and doesn't particularly enjoy sex for the sake of her own pleasure.
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"At work", I am working on creating a procedure for cleaning- mostly parts, but there's also a section for 'Cleaning Surfaces' that I am partway through typing up; part of the thing is that the cleaner being used is a hexafluorine (-ane? -ide?) and I'm looking up details of proper handling, previously-written procedures for the same material(s), etc. ... printing the information once I've found it takes a while, and I go looking at a few sites that I... shouldn't be looking at at work, unless that's what my work is.
On my way to break, I see CA, who is wearing what I first think, as reflected in my comment of, "Nice 'hawk!", to be a mohawk, but a closer look shows that it is one of those Native American hair styles in which the hair along the centerline is bound up in stiff 'spikes' with a tuft sticking up from the end of the binding.
"C'mon, I'll buy you lunch," he says, and we go off through the mall, which is a much larger one than the one I work at; we go up an escalator, near the head of which is a recruiter talking to a bunch of younger folk, presumably ROTC or something similar, as he's giving them the hype about why they want to join up even though most of them are already in uniform; C turns to me as we're going up, saying, "Yeah, you guys are the heroes now," turns back to front to continue walking up the escalator, "I went up in a plane and it seemed like no problem, until I got back down again- puked for days." I notice at this point that I am in dress blues, and the rather admiring look from one of the ladies in the group at the head of the escalator sets me into a round of checking to make sure that everything's in place as regards collar, cuffs, etc. as we head back down on another escalator (um- I don't know why- because it was a dream?).
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I am "at work", though I'm fairly certain it's not where I'm working now, although my main boss is still my current store manager. I seem to be ill, lying on a makeshift stretcher or bed set up on a counter not normally intended for the purpose. A somewhat chunky (but not unattractively so- in my opinion) short blond comes by and starts talking with me; apparently I am in a state of partial undress, as she has no problem noticing and seizing upon my erection, proceeding to fellatio. After I come (note: in the dream only, which is only the second time that I have ejaculated in dream without also doing so in real life), she says, "Too bad you can't return the favor;" some discussion ensues as to how I would be willing to do so, although not right there, and it turns out that she has a terrible body image and doesn't particularly enjoy sex for the sake of her own pleasure.
(scene shift to)
"At work", I am working on creating a procedure for cleaning- mostly parts, but there's also a section for 'Cleaning Surfaces' that I am partway through typing up; part of the thing is that the cleaner being used is a hexafluorine (-ane? -ide?) and I'm looking up details of proper handling, previously-written procedures for the same material(s), etc. ... printing the information once I've found it takes a while, and I go looking at a few sites that I... shouldn't be looking at at work, unless that's what my work is.
On my way to break, I see CA, who is wearing what I first think, as reflected in my comment of, "Nice 'hawk!", to be a mohawk, but a closer look shows that it is one of those Native American hair styles in which the hair along the centerline is bound up in stiff 'spikes' with a tuft sticking up from the end of the binding.
"C'mon, I'll buy you lunch," he says, and we go off through the mall, which is a much larger one than the one I work at; we go up an escalator, near the head of which is a recruiter talking to a bunch of younger folk, presumably ROTC or something similar, as he's giving them the hype about why they want to join up even though most of them are already in uniform; C turns to me as we're going up, saying, "Yeah, you guys are the heroes now," turns back to front to continue walking up the escalator, "I went up in a plane and it seemed like no problem, until I got back down again- puked for days." I notice at this point that I am in dress blues, and the rather admiring look from one of the ladies in the group at the head of the escalator sets me into a round of checking to make sure that everything's in place as regards collar, cuffs, etc. as we head back down on another escalator (um- I don't know why- because it was a dream?).
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