dreams
seems like for a large part of my life, i would occasionally have these fantastic dreams that were so awesome that upon waking i would allow myself to momentarily believe some of it had really happened, or was possible. like, having a threesome with and . or, winning the lottery. or solving p=np. or winning wsop with 23off. standard stuff.
when i woke up, there would be a few moments where, while in the back of my mind i knew it just wasn't ever going to happen, i would allow myself to believe it was possible. and i can only describe those few moments as (orgasmic ^ (awesome * k-rad)). they never lasted very long...probably only 10seconds passed before either i was unable to delude myself any longer, or i would see/hear something that would cause reality to resume fisting me.
i had just such a dream+waking experience this morning, and the self-delusional period lasted longer than it ever has before...at least 2minutes.
in the dream itself, i was getting ready to take a shower, and went to the laundry room to fetch some clean underwear and socks. i walked in the room, and sitting right on top of the clean-clothes pile, was a fresh pair of undies. *my* undies. i lifted them up, and directly underneath were 2 socks. 2 of *my* socks. i remember being confused at first...thinking surely this must be a mistake? after further inspection, i realized it was not a mistake...i had immediately and easily found my socks+undies. all i remember after that was running around the house shoving them in people's faces and screaming, "LOOK WHAT I FOUND! RIGHT ON TOP! DO YOU SEE THIS!@#???"
when i woke up, it was the most incredible couple of minutes. i convinced myself that it was not just some bullshit dream...that the night before i must have seen those items sitting there, and only my subconscious mind registered it at the time. i lay in bed completely believing it was not only possible, but probable. so i jumped up and ran into the laundry room. of course, those items were not sitting neatly on top of the clean-clothes pile. if they were there at all, they were buried in the middle, and would involve the usual amount of searching.
at first i was just depressed and disgusted that i would have to sort thru the normal mountain of clothes to find mine. it wasn't until hours later that i realized my dreams now revolve around finding my socks, instead of getting jiggy with J-Lo and Gail O'Grady, or slamming down my hand and screaming at doyle, "SET OF ACES NO GOOD OLD MAN! I GOT A WHEEL!@#@! HAHHAHAHAHHAH!!!!"
when i woke up, there would be a few moments where, while in the back of my mind i knew it just wasn't ever going to happen, i would allow myself to believe it was possible. and i can only describe those few moments as (orgasmic ^ (awesome * k-rad)). they never lasted very long...probably only 10seconds passed before either i was unable to delude myself any longer, or i would see/hear something that would cause reality to resume fisting me.
i had just such a dream+waking experience this morning, and the self-delusional period lasted longer than it ever has before...at least 2minutes.
in the dream itself, i was getting ready to take a shower, and went to the laundry room to fetch some clean underwear and socks. i walked in the room, and sitting right on top of the clean-clothes pile, was a fresh pair of undies. *my* undies. i lifted them up, and directly underneath were 2 socks. 2 of *my* socks. i remember being confused at first...thinking surely this must be a mistake? after further inspection, i realized it was not a mistake...i had immediately and easily found my socks+undies. all i remember after that was running around the house shoving them in people's faces and screaming, "LOOK WHAT I FOUND! RIGHT ON TOP! DO YOU SEE THIS!@#???"
when i woke up, it was the most incredible couple of minutes. i convinced myself that it was not just some bullshit dream...that the night before i must have seen those items sitting there, and only my subconscious mind registered it at the time. i lay in bed completely believing it was not only possible, but probable. so i jumped up and ran into the laundry room. of course, those items were not sitting neatly on top of the clean-clothes pile. if they were there at all, they were buried in the middle, and would involve the usual amount of searching.
at first i was just depressed and disgusted that i would have to sort thru the normal mountain of clothes to find mine. it wasn't until hours later that i realized my dreams now revolve around finding my socks, instead of getting jiggy with J-Lo and Gail O'Grady, or slamming down my hand and screaming at doyle, "SET OF ACES NO GOOD OLD MAN! I GOT A WHEEL!@#@! HAHHAHAHAHHAH!!!!"