and then
When I say I have "sex dreams," all I really mean is I had a dream with sex as a main part of it. Not like a wet dream. Not like a wake-up-aroused dream, even (though sometimes). I've been single a while now, so it doesn't feel like the need for a lover is some kind of major factor here. I think it's just that I think about sex a lot, among other things, and the whole list of things I think about gets mixed into a big jumble and selected at random by some part of my brain I have no control over, and then filtered into my dreams. Sometimes sex shows up, is all. Other times, time travel and werewolves show up.
Nonetheless, I have had two sex dreams in a row now. Two nights ago it was Love-bots. Last night it was someone inappropriate, and we'll leave it at that. And in true dream-logic fashion, when I got that person naked and looked between their legs, I distinctly remember thinking in my dream, "Well, sure, but that's not what they'd look like in real life."
I don't feel the slightest bit responsible or guilty for what I dream -- I rarely feel responsible or guilty for my conscious thoughts unless they start to adversely affect my actions. Still, some dreams I share and some I don't. This I won't. It was weirder than it was hot, but it had some hotness in it, I guess. After all, it's my imagination. I've got a pretty good one.
The money I loaned Andy to make The Adults in the Room happen is coming back to me, finally. Just in time, as I was starting to run low. I had an expensive couple of weeks, involving a new iphone, a couple of ill-timed t-shirt purchases, stripperoke, booze and cat food (now that's a party, am I right?).
I'm going to try to go to the premiere of Rex Carter's Smoke Rings tonight but I have a hunch elements are conspiring against it. Still, I'll try to persevere. Rex is cool and his film is cool. Either way, you should all go see it: a short film in the silent film tradition.
Otherwise, today I want to get writing done. Let's see how that goes, huh?
Nonetheless, I have had two sex dreams in a row now. Two nights ago it was Love-bots. Last night it was someone inappropriate, and we'll leave it at that. And in true dream-logic fashion, when I got that person naked and looked between their legs, I distinctly remember thinking in my dream, "Well, sure, but that's not what they'd look like in real life."
I don't feel the slightest bit responsible or guilty for what I dream -- I rarely feel responsible or guilty for my conscious thoughts unless they start to adversely affect my actions. Still, some dreams I share and some I don't. This I won't. It was weirder than it was hot, but it had some hotness in it, I guess. After all, it's my imagination. I've got a pretty good one.
The money I loaned Andy to make The Adults in the Room happen is coming back to me, finally. Just in time, as I was starting to run low. I had an expensive couple of weeks, involving a new iphone, a couple of ill-timed t-shirt purchases, stripperoke, booze and cat food (now that's a party, am I right?).
I'm going to try to go to the premiere of Rex Carter's Smoke Rings tonight but I have a hunch elements are conspiring against it. Still, I'll try to persevere. Rex is cool and his film is cool. Either way, you should all go see it: a short film in the silent film tradition.
Otherwise, today I want to get writing done. Let's see how that goes, huh?