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So... I had an interesting dream this morning.
I know it was this morning, 'cause the phone rang at 8:45 and woke me out of it. :-(
But it was Sara, so that wasn't too bad. ;-) (Her computer is broken -- or, rather, the battery cable in broken, and she can't yet replace it. So periodically I get a call to check an address or something, since she can't. Apprently she called last night - almost without a doubt when I was downstairs picking up
Anyway. The dream was quite delightful.
Miss Sara was there, and some lovely woman from school who had marvelous, kinky black hair that she'd probably never used a straightener on in her life, and very firm skin and strong bones and lower back problems that, by some miracle, I was actually able to aleiviate.
The event (it was a party - almost without a doubt a play-party) took place on (A) the second floor of a house that bore an uncanny resemblance to the house-converted-to-a-business-place where I had my pedicure-etc, and (B) in Babylon -- which was apparently part of the first floor of the house in question.
It was supremely low-key, in terms of sex (though I believe it does qualify as a sex dream). Just lots and lots of pretty women who wanted to chat with me (and each other, obviously) and have a good time. Some of them remembered me from other places (school or performances or whatever) and everyone was very friendly and laid back and flirty.
It was really nice. Very safe-feeling, and very satisfying (even if I did have to wake up before it was over).
Anyway.
(Apparently I slipped into dreaming when I started out day-dreaming about Sara's party tonight and it turned into that... <*shrug*> Funny story, anyway. ;-)
So. Time to write down some poetry. :-)
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
I know it was this morning, 'cause the phone rang at 8:45 and woke me out of it. :-(
But it was Sara, so that wasn't too bad. ;-) (Her computer is broken -- or, rather, the battery cable in broken, and she can't yet replace it. So periodically I get a call to check an address or something, since she can't. Apprently she called last night - almost without a doubt when I was downstairs picking up
Anyway. The dream was quite delightful.
Miss Sara was there, and some lovely woman from school who had marvelous, kinky black hair that she'd probably never used a straightener on in her life, and very firm skin and strong bones and lower back problems that, by some miracle, I was actually able to aleiviate.
The event (it was a party - almost without a doubt a play-party) took place on (A) the second floor of a house that bore an uncanny resemblance to the house-converted-to-a-business-place where I had my pedicure-etc, and (B) in Babylon -- which was apparently part of the first floor of the house in question.
It was supremely low-key, in terms of sex (though I believe it does qualify as a sex dream). Just lots and lots of pretty women who wanted to chat with me (and each other, obviously) and have a good time. Some of them remembered me from other places (school or performances or whatever) and everyone was very friendly and laid back and flirty.
It was really nice. Very safe-feeling, and very satisfying (even if I did have to wake up before it was over).
Anyway.
(Apparently I slipped into dreaming when I started out day-dreaming about Sara's party tonight and it turned into that... <*shrug*> Funny story, anyway. ;-)
So. Time to write down some poetry. :-)
- TTFN,
- Amazon. :-)
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