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This morning, between my first alarm and my fourth, I had a dream. Well, it wasn't really so much a dream as an almost-dream - I saw images and felt related emotions, but I was still perfectly aware of my body touching the mattress, and the fact that my next alarm was due to go off in seven minutes, etc.
In my almost dream, someone had clued me in to the fact that I could use the internet to look for pictures of Hugh Jackman naked (this is strange in and of itself - I have never been particularly fond of Hugh Jackman or Wolverine or anything; I think he's attractive, but I've never felt compelled to search for naked pictures). So, I was looking for, and finding these pictures and all of a sudden, my world was blown wide open.
I had discovered smut. In this dream, prior to this moment I had not realized that the internet was so filled with smut, or possibly I had not realized that I wanted to find it. But in an instant I had discovered that I could find nude pictures of Hugh Jackman, and read stories about Hugh Jackman's sex life, or Wolverine's sex life, or anything. The world of pornography opened to me in an instant, and it felt like a religious experience.
I love dreams like this, because I always have that cliché feeling of wanting to experience a favorite sensation for the first time again, to be filled with a new sense of wonder, so rare in my jaded everyday life. Getting to feel that, even though it's semi-artificial (There's a question - do emotions felt in dreams affect you differently than emotions felt in conscious life? For me, I guess it depends on the emotion/dream, but that's a tangent), made me feel strangely peaceful upon waking. That is, until I really thought about the dream and I was overwhelmed by the ridiculousness of the whole thing. But, anyway, good day so far, if only because of that.
In my almost dream, someone had clued me in to the fact that I could use the internet to look for pictures of Hugh Jackman naked (this is strange in and of itself - I have never been particularly fond of Hugh Jackman or Wolverine or anything; I think he's attractive, but I've never felt compelled to search for naked pictures). So, I was looking for, and finding these pictures and all of a sudden, my world was blown wide open.
I had discovered smut. In this dream, prior to this moment I had not realized that the internet was so filled with smut, or possibly I had not realized that I wanted to find it. But in an instant I had discovered that I could find nude pictures of Hugh Jackman, and read stories about Hugh Jackman's sex life, or Wolverine's sex life, or anything. The world of pornography opened to me in an instant, and it felt like a religious experience.
I love dreams like this, because I always have that cliché feeling of wanting to experience a favorite sensation for the first time again, to be filled with a new sense of wonder, so rare in my jaded everyday life. Getting to feel that, even though it's semi-artificial (There's a question - do emotions felt in dreams affect you differently than emotions felt in conscious life? For me, I guess it depends on the emotion/dream, but that's a tangent), made me feel strangely peaceful upon waking. That is, until I really thought about the dream and I was overwhelmed by the ridiculousness of the whole thing. But, anyway, good day so far, if only because of that.