Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Saturday, May 26, 2012
More Zombies!
Recently I posted about a dream I had where an asteroid collision caused the zombie apocalypse. Well, I had another zombie apocalypse dream. This one, however, was set back where I grew up in Wisconsin, though there were a LOT more people at my house than usual. After some running around, as per usual for zombies, we stumbled upon a secret operation and discovered the source of the zombies. There was an alien invasion going on, and the aliens were "mining" human tissue as a resource. The zombies were then rounded up and the tissues were collected from them. It was sort of like bees making honey, only the aliens were using zombies to collect human tissue to make their special juice. Having been harvested made the zombies slow and stupid (missing brain matter?), but still had the function to collect more. It is a fairly logical take on the zombie mythology. I also had an anxiety dream this week about being late for work that culminated in the IT guy at work having infected my work computer with porn spam viruses.
Friday, April 27, 2012
It's been a while since I've subjected people to a dream story. I had a pretty good one Thursday morning.
I was in New York City with a friend. Not exactly sure who it was, but it was a girl. There were reports of an impending meteor strike, and the government was apparently planning to shoot at it in order to break it up. My friend and I were at this little park (Not Central) enjoying the beautiful day when we saw the space rock approaching. Then we saw the rocket fire from off in the distance and blast the rock into smaller rocks. These then started falling directly on NYC, several decent sized pieces coming right for us. I managed to dodge the first couple, but then a rather large chunk came at me, and I couldn't get out of the way in time. That dream stopped.
Then it restarted. At the park in NYC, we saw the approach. There was no rocket launch this time, and the single piece headed toward NYC. We were not in the direct path, but it was close enough that we could see it was about the size of a cruise ship. I imagine in real life a piece that big would cause a blast radius of damage, but in my dream it was more like a piece of building falling off - still dangerous, but only locally. This dream, however, then went off in a new direction. The damage did knock out various utility services, such as power. We decided to head out of town. Soon, we noticed zombies wandering around. Luckily, these weren't hungry, aggressive zombies, more like confused wild animals that suddenly awake from anesthesia and have no idea where they are. We were at the house of the friends we were staying with, trying to gather a few supplies, when zombies started coming into the house. A mad scramble, and we got in an RV, then headed out. That was about when my alarm went off. There were some other details, but I couldn't remember them...
I thought the idea of an asteroid releasing whatever it is that causes a zombie apocalypse was quite interesting. Not versed enough in my cinema lore to know if that's been done already or not, but it seems to me like a fresh take on it.
Here's someone I wouldn't mind snackin' on, though not in a gross, zombie kind of way...
Friday, April 09, 2010
Interesting Dream
It's been a while since I've posted a dream. And this one isn't even about sex. But I need to document it anyway!
I was talking to some random guy, who started in on his theory about people. He said there are only two tasks people engage in that are essential: eating and working. Both of those activities he finds disgusting. If you have ever looked around you at a buffet, you'd tend to agree that eating is not a visually pleasant activity. And no one thinks fondly of work. So, I guess that makes some sense. He then postulated that any other activity, since it is not essential, can be categorized as art. Might be a stretch, but somewhat logical. He then pointed out that he, and everyone else, dislikes things other people may like, leading to a lack of tolerance for each other's tastes.
The whole thing boiled down to him claiming that people are "artistically intolerant, essentially repulsive". I googled the phrase, and it didn't turn up as a quote anywhere. I have no idea where my subconscious mind dredged this one up. It doesn't strike me as a moral philosophy, since it only describes a condition, and doesn't create a guideline to making decisions like moral and ethical doctrines would.
The phrase is somewhat resounding, though. It stuck clearly in my mind even after waking up. Maybe I'll have to start a facebook club or something!
I was talking to some random guy, who started in on his theory about people. He said there are only two tasks people engage in that are essential: eating and working. Both of those activities he finds disgusting. If you have ever looked around you at a buffet, you'd tend to agree that eating is not a visually pleasant activity. And no one thinks fondly of work. So, I guess that makes some sense. He then postulated that any other activity, since it is not essential, can be categorized as art. Might be a stretch, but somewhat logical. He then pointed out that he, and everyone else, dislikes things other people may like, leading to a lack of tolerance for each other's tastes.
The whole thing boiled down to him claiming that people are "artistically intolerant, essentially repulsive". I googled the phrase, and it didn't turn up as a quote anywhere. I have no idea where my subconscious mind dredged this one up. It doesn't strike me as a moral philosophy, since it only describes a condition, and doesn't create a guideline to making decisions like moral and ethical doctrines would.
The phrase is somewhat resounding, though. It stuck clearly in my mind even after waking up. Maybe I'll have to start a facebook club or something!
Monday, March 31, 2008
Cough
Another miserable weekend. Cold cold cold. It was cold outside (14°F), I had a cold, and love continues to offer up the cold shoulder. And I had to work. Friday night, at the club. And Saturday morning at the job-from-hell job. And Sunday went in to the club for a staff meeting. I left after the meeting, so it wasn't really work, but it was a time constraint on my day.
No one really worthwhile was there Friday night. Which was just as well, because I made a beeline for sleep the second we cleared the building. Saturday, I talked to Nish, and we agreed to meet up for dinner. Location was still TBD, though most likely Bocado - the tapas place owned by the Block5 people. Then Russell called to invite me to dinner. I tried to merge the two, but after an hour of phone calls, I just ended up meeting up with Nish, and his friends Vlad and Eva, at Bocado. Eva was late, so Nish, Vlad, and I walked into the restaurant and got a table. The waitress asked if we'd been there before. Nish said Oh yes, except for Vlad. She joked that we wouldn't tell him the 'secret' yet. Nish replied, "Oh, you mean about the stripping." In his mind, Vlad would have to strip. The waitress read it as they have strippers that come out, so she said something about having "him" come out later. Let's just say the waitress was surprised to discover that person number four was a girl. But we played up the stripper joke again, later, and asked the waitress when he was showing up. A few moments later one of the waiters came over (I had been eyeing numerous staff there, and this was one of them), introduced himself, and said our waitress had sent him over. We all bust out laughing! He got confused, so I said our waitress had promised us a stripper. He got kinda nervous, and when we laughed it off, he thanked us for not making him take his clothes off. Nish gave him a dollar, though, on our way out. It was my idea, and the guy thought it was funny! I should also point out, Vlad is straight.
After dinner, we ended up at Nish's and got into a rather deep conversation about religion. The participants were an atheist, a not practicing Christian, a not practicing Hindu, and a non-denominational 'spiritualist' who grew up in a post-communist country that was generally afraid of organized anything, including religion. The sword-fighting that one would imagine did ensue. But it was actually a good discussion. None of us were fanatical enough to take anything too seriously, so we could honestly discuss things, instead of devolving into bombast.
Then Nish and I went to the gay club!! He is in the midst of another break-up, separation, time off something with his long-time tumultuous BF. Nice guy, I really like him, but they have split up over the SAME issue 4 times, so I don't think it's going away. He was referencing Couples Counseling, and I was trying to talk him into Moving On. Again, I like the BF, Mark, but I think enough is enough. So, after a good hour of therapist work, we headed onto the dance floor and shook our respective groove thangs. I must confess, though, that at one point, as Nish was discussing what he wants out of a relationship, and why he thinks Mark is a rare combination of attributes, the fleeting thought ran through my mind that maybe Nish and I should... Yeah, no. That would be too incestuous. I met Nish and Mark as friends of Sergio's when I was with him. Come to find out that Mark and Sergio are exes. Then they became roommates (which freaked Nish for a while). It's too Melrose... And Nish has been with Mark (or figuring out whether or not to get back together with Mark) the entire time I've known him, so I've never looked at him as a possibility, so it's been way too long down the Friends path.
But Junior was there, with his ex. Strange night... We danced with them. Junior was awkward, but he always gets uncomfortable when he's there with his ex. They are friends, and just friends, but it's still a little tense.
And Leo was there, again, as well. I didn't actually even notice. I went up to say hello to one of the bartenders, and some guy leans over and says Hi. It was Leo, so I said Hi back, and then left. Didn't see him again the rest of the night.
Saturday night I had a nice sex dream! I was at what resembled a Vegas resort pool, just kind of hanging out. I mentioned at one point (I do not remember to whom) that I was having such bad luck attracting anyone. Next thing I know, I'm standing in the middle of a big conference room with this short chubby jovial latina match-maker woman. She's put together a 'viewing' for me. It was sort of like a X-rated reality show, only much faster. About two dozen really hot guys came into the room. All of them were fully dressed, except they each had their fly open and were at full hardon. Wuhoo! They ran the full spectrum of backgrounds, but as would be expected, I found myself most interested in a couple of the darker ones. I picked the lightest of the interest subgroup, and called him over to my side. I announced that anyone Paler than him was out, thank you for comin. Dropped to like 8 left. Then I announced only tops necessary. A few left. Then I asked any that weren't really interested in ME to go. Got it down to two guys. I decided not to choose. Had a fun little 3way! Oh if only life were like that! For me, anyway. I know some people actually do have lives like that...
Well, after that, Sunday could not possibly have anything exciting happen!
No one really worthwhile was there Friday night. Which was just as well, because I made a beeline for sleep the second we cleared the building. Saturday, I talked to Nish, and we agreed to meet up for dinner. Location was still TBD, though most likely Bocado - the tapas place owned by the Block5 people. Then Russell called to invite me to dinner. I tried to merge the two, but after an hour of phone calls, I just ended up meeting up with Nish, and his friends Vlad and Eva, at Bocado. Eva was late, so Nish, Vlad, and I walked into the restaurant and got a table. The waitress asked if we'd been there before. Nish said Oh yes, except for Vlad. She joked that we wouldn't tell him the 'secret' yet. Nish replied, "Oh, you mean about the stripping." In his mind, Vlad would have to strip. The waitress read it as they have strippers that come out, so she said something about having "him" come out later. Let's just say the waitress was surprised to discover that person number four was a girl. But we played up the stripper joke again, later, and asked the waitress when he was showing up. A few moments later one of the waiters came over (I had been eyeing numerous staff there, and this was one of them), introduced himself, and said our waitress had sent him over. We all bust out laughing! He got confused, so I said our waitress had promised us a stripper. He got kinda nervous, and when we laughed it off, he thanked us for not making him take his clothes off. Nish gave him a dollar, though, on our way out. It was my idea, and the guy thought it was funny! I should also point out, Vlad is straight.
After dinner, we ended up at Nish's and got into a rather deep conversation about religion. The participants were an atheist, a not practicing Christian, a not practicing Hindu, and a non-denominational 'spiritualist' who grew up in a post-communist country that was generally afraid of organized anything, including religion. The sword-fighting that one would imagine did ensue. But it was actually a good discussion. None of us were fanatical enough to take anything too seriously, so we could honestly discuss things, instead of devolving into bombast.
Then Nish and I went to the gay club!! He is in the midst of another break-up, separation, time off something with his long-time tumultuous BF. Nice guy, I really like him, but they have split up over the SAME issue 4 times, so I don't think it's going away. He was referencing Couples Counseling, and I was trying to talk him into Moving On. Again, I like the BF, Mark, but I think enough is enough. So, after a good hour of therapist work, we headed onto the dance floor and shook our respective groove thangs. I must confess, though, that at one point, as Nish was discussing what he wants out of a relationship, and why he thinks Mark is a rare combination of attributes, the fleeting thought ran through my mind that maybe Nish and I should... Yeah, no. That would be too incestuous. I met Nish and Mark as friends of Sergio's when I was with him. Come to find out that Mark and Sergio are exes. Then they became roommates (which freaked Nish for a while). It's too Melrose... And Nish has been with Mark (or figuring out whether or not to get back together with Mark) the entire time I've known him, so I've never looked at him as a possibility, so it's been way too long down the Friends path.
But Junior was there, with his ex. Strange night... We danced with them. Junior was awkward, but he always gets uncomfortable when he's there with his ex. They are friends, and just friends, but it's still a little tense.
And Leo was there, again, as well. I didn't actually even notice. I went up to say hello to one of the bartenders, and some guy leans over and says Hi. It was Leo, so I said Hi back, and then left. Didn't see him again the rest of the night.
Saturday night I had a nice sex dream! I was at what resembled a Vegas resort pool, just kind of hanging out. I mentioned at one point (I do not remember to whom) that I was having such bad luck attracting anyone. Next thing I know, I'm standing in the middle of a big conference room with this short chubby jovial latina match-maker woman. She's put together a 'viewing' for me. It was sort of like a X-rated reality show, only much faster. About two dozen really hot guys came into the room. All of them were fully dressed, except they each had their fly open and were at full hardon. Wuhoo! They ran the full spectrum of backgrounds, but as would be expected, I found myself most interested in a couple of the darker ones. I picked the lightest of the interest subgroup, and called him over to my side. I announced that anyone Paler than him was out, thank you for comin. Dropped to like 8 left. Then I announced only tops necessary. A few left. Then I asked any that weren't really interested in ME to go. Got it down to two guys. I decided not to choose. Had a fun little 3way! Oh if only life were like that! For me, anyway. I know some people actually do have lives like that...
Well, after that, Sunday could not possibly have anything exciting happen!
Friday, March 07, 2008
Dirty
For some odd reason, this morning I got the Rocky Horror tune "Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch me... I wanna feel DIRTY" stuck in my head. Not even sure where it spawned from, but there it was. It may have been my hottie little inspector. The weather is starting to warm up, so the clothing is getting slightly more revealing. Right now we are up to forearms, but I have a feeling I will do something stupid if I'm there for a summer outfit.
And I've been having some hard to recall flirty dreams this week. The first had some hot tanned muscley tattooed guy lean over shirtless so I could see down the slope of his back, as he commented on what an "exquisite back" he had. I of course replied that everything was exquisite! Then I had one that ended up with me shaving body hair off a Andrew Levitas looking cutie while he was relaxing in the bathtub. Oddly enough, the best part of that dream was the smell. I don't recall smells from dreams that often, but this one was sexy enough!!
So, in honor of Feeling Dirty, this week's hottie will be in need of a shower.
And I've been having some hard to recall flirty dreams this week. The first had some hot tanned muscley tattooed guy lean over shirtless so I could see down the slope of his back, as he commented on what an "exquisite back" he had. I of course replied that everything was exquisite! Then I had one that ended up with me shaving body hair off a Andrew Levitas looking cutie while he was relaxing in the bathtub. Oddly enough, the best part of that dream was the smell. I don't recall smells from dreams that often, but this one was sexy enough!!
So, in honor of Feeling Dirty, this week's hottie will be in need of a shower.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Superduper
Friday night I worked. Decent night. Not obscenely busy, but enough of a crowd to keep me awake. Moderate tips. No fights. Ronny and Junior came in. Ronny was huggy, as usual. Junior was affectionate, too. Even called me "Love" as they were leaving.
Leonardo came in, as well. He apologized for never calling back this past week. Then said something about his plans for the upcoming weekend, and how he wanted to see me again. He mentioned he had a baby shower to go to that ended at 5, and he'd call after that. I do not know which day he said that was.
Went home as quickly as possible, because I had to get up early and go to my crappy day job in the morning. Issues and drama. The women that work there are always at each others' throats. And it drives me nuts. After getting the hell out of there, I came home, pulled my ingredients list for pumpkin cheesecake (I had gotten a specific request), and ran to the store. Made the cheesecake (actually, two), and met up with Russell for dinner.
He's in the midst of major domestic issues. Let's just say when 911 calls, restraining orders, and eviction notices enter a relationship, it's destined for failure... My heart goes out to him. Even as I say "I told you so"! I really do just hope he makes it out of this without her doing something stupid to ruin his future.
Saturday night I went to the club, had some Valentines candy, complements of the bartenders. A little Stoli ras, too. Then I saw Adam. He dragged me onto the dance floor. We had a good time. He was being rather flirty. I pointed out that I am a bottom. He said no problem, he's versatile. Danger alert - last weekend he claimed to be a big ol' bottom. This may end dramatically. But it was fun to dance with him. He does smoke, too, which is a drawback. Heading back in, I saw Junior. I went up to say hello. He pulled me close, put his arm around me, and gave me a kiss. Then mentioned that he had seen me dancing before. In other words, he saw me with Adam, and got jealous. Why can't he just act on it, already!
Leo didn't call on Saturday.
Sunday I met up with Brad and Cris, Nish and Mark for brunch at Block5. Fabulous! We had the cute waiter I like, again. (His name is Jeremy! Imagine that!) They all wanted me to leave my number for him. I didn't have a pen. And I doubt he's gay. Because things like that don't happen in my world. Well, there was the cruise director, the army captain, and the missed opportunity with the gymnast, but generally speaking...
The 'party' that I made the cheesecake for never ended up happening, so I just brought one over to Daemian's house for him to enjoy. I told him to call Miss Kitty to see if she wanted the other one. He went to the club that night. He was asked to come in to help "carry the drag-queen". I went home and went to sleep.
Leo didn't call on Sunday.
Sunday night I had a fun little dream. It was in "Smallville". Clark Kent (it actually was Tom Welling in my dream, but he was actually Superman, so that's why I say it was in Smallville) had a big party at his house. I was there. Having fun. Met this guy Kevin. Really cute. (Imagine Kevin Bacon and Ryan Phillipe had a son who was now modeling for Abercrombie & Fitch.) Next thing I know, I am in Clark's room, with Kevin, AND Clark. And we start making out. And then clothes come off. And we start doing preliminary stuff. Rubbing and licking and sucking and kissing. Three-way kissing is always fun. Even if it's just my imagination... Then things start heading a little south, but just more licking and sucking and fingering at this point. All of a sudden, Clark flips out. See, he and Kevin used to be dating, and then broke up. So, there was tension there to begin with. But apparently Superman does not do anal before marriage, and he started getting nervous when he felt a finger up there. Which he referred to as "Vienna". (Gay History Lesson: before the S&M terms of top and bottom came into popular use, the predominate terms used were french active/passive (oral) and greek active/passive (anal).) So, apparently in my dream world where Superman is gay, he feels the Austrians were into fingering! The next bit of drama is a little hazy, but next thing I know, I'm sitting there consoling Clark, trying to convince him that I thought he was hot, too, and that I wasn't just into Kevin. Imagine Superman having self-esteem issues. Drama!! That of course killed the mood, so I went to get dressed (Clark was already dressed - he could manage that pretty quickly) and couldn't find my clothes. The dream then turned into a standard embarrassment dream where I'm wandering around what appeared to be a Macy's (Superman had a HUGE walk-in closet back in Kansas!) naked, looking for my clothes.
Then I woke up and had to go to work again. Because I didn't win the lotto this week.
Leonardo came in, as well. He apologized for never calling back this past week. Then said something about his plans for the upcoming weekend, and how he wanted to see me again. He mentioned he had a baby shower to go to that ended at 5, and he'd call after that. I do not know which day he said that was.
Went home as quickly as possible, because I had to get up early and go to my crappy day job in the morning. Issues and drama. The women that work there are always at each others' throats. And it drives me nuts. After getting the hell out of there, I came home, pulled my ingredients list for pumpkin cheesecake (I had gotten a specific request), and ran to the store. Made the cheesecake (actually, two), and met up with Russell for dinner.
He's in the midst of major domestic issues. Let's just say when 911 calls, restraining orders, and eviction notices enter a relationship, it's destined for failure... My heart goes out to him. Even as I say "I told you so"! I really do just hope he makes it out of this without her doing something stupid to ruin his future.
Saturday night I went to the club, had some Valentines candy, complements of the bartenders. A little Stoli ras, too. Then I saw Adam. He dragged me onto the dance floor. We had a good time. He was being rather flirty. I pointed out that I am a bottom. He said no problem, he's versatile. Danger alert - last weekend he claimed to be a big ol' bottom. This may end dramatically. But it was fun to dance with him. He does smoke, too, which is a drawback. Heading back in, I saw Junior. I went up to say hello. He pulled me close, put his arm around me, and gave me a kiss. Then mentioned that he had seen me dancing before. In other words, he saw me with Adam, and got jealous. Why can't he just act on it, already!
Leo didn't call on Saturday.
Sunday I met up with Brad and Cris, Nish and Mark for brunch at Block5. Fabulous! We had the cute waiter I like, again. (His name is Jeremy! Imagine that!) They all wanted me to leave my number for him. I didn't have a pen. And I doubt he's gay. Because things like that don't happen in my world. Well, there was the cruise director, the army captain, and the missed opportunity with the gymnast, but generally speaking...
The 'party' that I made the cheesecake for never ended up happening, so I just brought one over to Daemian's house for him to enjoy. I told him to call Miss Kitty to see if she wanted the other one. He went to the club that night. He was asked to come in to help "carry the drag-queen". I went home and went to sleep.
Leo didn't call on Sunday.
Sunday night I had a fun little dream. It was in "Smallville". Clark Kent (it actually was Tom Welling in my dream, but he was actually Superman, so that's why I say it was in Smallville) had a big party at his house. I was there. Having fun. Met this guy Kevin. Really cute. (Imagine Kevin Bacon and Ryan Phillipe had a son who was now modeling for Abercrombie & Fitch.) Next thing I know, I am in Clark's room, with Kevin, AND Clark. And we start making out. And then clothes come off. And we start doing preliminary stuff. Rubbing and licking and sucking and kissing. Three-way kissing is always fun. Even if it's just my imagination... Then things start heading a little south, but just more licking and sucking and fingering at this point. All of a sudden, Clark flips out. See, he and Kevin used to be dating, and then broke up. So, there was tension there to begin with. But apparently Superman does not do anal before marriage, and he started getting nervous when he felt a finger up there. Which he referred to as "Vienna". (Gay History Lesson: before the S&M terms of top and bottom came into popular use, the predominate terms used were french active/passive (oral) and greek active/passive (anal).) So, apparently in my dream world where Superman is gay, he feels the Austrians were into fingering! The next bit of drama is a little hazy, but next thing I know, I'm sitting there consoling Clark, trying to convince him that I thought he was hot, too, and that I wasn't just into Kevin. Imagine Superman having self-esteem issues. Drama!! That of course killed the mood, so I went to get dressed (Clark was already dressed - he could manage that pretty quickly) and couldn't find my clothes. The dream then turned into a standard embarrassment dream where I'm wandering around what appeared to be a Macy's (Superman had a HUGE walk-in closet back in Kansas!) naked, looking for my clothes.
Then I woke up and had to go to work again. Because I didn't win the lotto this week.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Wouldn't it Be Nice
I had a dream a while ago about winning the lotto. The jackpot amount was disclosed, though, so it was a little more specific than usual daydreaming. I have not bought a ticket until now, since this is the first time the jackpot has been in range. Let's see if dreams really do come true!
Similarly, the Parade hunk of the week is named Lucky. Maybe he'll help, too!
Similarly, the Parade hunk of the week is named Lucky. Maybe he'll help, too!
Friday, November 16, 2007
Rejection
WARNING: This is another dream post. But this one isn't as fun as the last one.
It started off at work, though I was at a different place than in real life. It was just an office, and it felt like Boston. Anyway, around 3:30 I headed 'downstairs' and bumped into Cris (longtime Brazilian friend/crush Cris, not new Greek Chris). Gave him a friendly hello. He was on the phone with Ronny, who was on his way over. I had to work until 4, but wasted the last few minutes of work pretending to text people on my cellphone, which for some reason, in the dream, I had the phone Ronny really has. Anyway, so I finish work, as some obnoxious fat busy-body type sees me texting and says "Oh, just send an email!" Ronny shows up, and the three of us head to a Brazilian party, which involves a lot of food (as always).
As we are chatting, and eating, I look across the table and see the two cuties I've mentioned from the club, one whose name I can't remember and the other is Joaquin. I wave hello, and they smile back. Shortly after, I am heading back from the bathroom, and bump into Junior. I give him a kiss, and it ends up as a friendly peck on the lips. In real life, he always turns his cheek, and I never get the lips. Since I got lips, I laughed and went in for another. He obliged. So I took a third. As I went for a fourth he dodged, so I got all serious and started talking about the party. I mentioned how cute Joaquin is, and he agreed, but mentioned that Joaquin is seeing someone. As I was saying I figured as much, and started telling how I've seen him there with the other name-forgotten one, Joaquin shows up, puts his arm around Junior, and they affectionately kiss. Junior then gives me a sheepish "well I TOLD you" look, and I start fuming. Dammit dammit dammit. I can't have EITHER ONE!
That feeling lingered past waking, and the details and flow of the dream were SO realistic, that it took a while before I realized it was a dream. Of course, the 'can't have' part is pretty real, anyway. But at least they're not together!!
It started off at work, though I was at a different place than in real life. It was just an office, and it felt like Boston. Anyway, around 3:30 I headed 'downstairs' and bumped into Cris (longtime Brazilian friend/crush Cris, not new Greek Chris). Gave him a friendly hello. He was on the phone with Ronny, who was on his way over. I had to work until 4, but wasted the last few minutes of work pretending to text people on my cellphone, which for some reason, in the dream, I had the phone Ronny really has. Anyway, so I finish work, as some obnoxious fat busy-body type sees me texting and says "Oh, just send an email!" Ronny shows up, and the three of us head to a Brazilian party, which involves a lot of food (as always).
As we are chatting, and eating, I look across the table and see the two cuties I've mentioned from the club, one whose name I can't remember and the other is Joaquin. I wave hello, and they smile back. Shortly after, I am heading back from the bathroom, and bump into Junior. I give him a kiss, and it ends up as a friendly peck on the lips. In real life, he always turns his cheek, and I never get the lips. Since I got lips, I laughed and went in for another. He obliged. So I took a third. As I went for a fourth he dodged, so I got all serious and started talking about the party. I mentioned how cute Joaquin is, and he agreed, but mentioned that Joaquin is seeing someone. As I was saying I figured as much, and started telling how I've seen him there with the other name-forgotten one, Joaquin shows up, puts his arm around Junior, and they affectionately kiss. Junior then gives me a sheepish "well I TOLD you" look, and I start fuming. Dammit dammit dammit. I can't have EITHER ONE!
That feeling lingered past waking, and the details and flow of the dream were SO realistic, that it took a while before I realized it was a dream. Of course, the 'can't have' part is pretty real, anyway. But at least they're not together!!
Friday, November 02, 2007
Wonderful Dream
It has been a while since I've subjected you to a retelling of a dream I had, so I will recount last night's. It was a sex dream. And it was a good one! For me, anyway!!
It was set in a house with a group of roommates. Think Real World or Surreal Life. One of the roommates was (in dream-world) Flava Flav's son. I did not get a name. And, no, I have NO idea if he has children (I would assume, tho) or how old they would be, or any such real info. But it was a dream, OK.
Someone decided that we should all go to a movie. I ended up in FF's room, as he was getting ready. Hot little black guy, with an absolutely adorable face. (I'm guessing the mother was way better lookin' than the dad!) As the son of a famous rapper-type, he was saddled with the expectation to be straight. We were talking, and he got very close, however. I jokingly said, "What, are you gonna kiss me?" And he did. Sweet little peck on the lips. Then he looked all embarrassed. Blabbered on about something for a while. Then got that "oh what the hell" look and grabbed me. Pulled me in tight, and kissed me again. This one started closed, but soon opened. Then turned into full-on making out. (The heat coming off the small of his back was really enticing!) Soon we were on the floor, and clothes were being tossed to the side. As his 'first time' I figured we'd start him off as a French-passive. (it's an old term meaning getting a blow job) He was into that, and I was into that. And he tasted good! Lot of chocolate to work with, too, of course. (It IS a dream, remember!) I was enjoying it so much that I erupted quite forcefully. Think Vesuvius vs. Pompeii. He (being rather nervous and all) came a little less dramatically, but fell into my arms and kissed me some more.
After some snuggling, which kinda just smears the mess around, I checked around on the floor to see how bad of a mess I made on the carpet. Nothing. I was shocked! Then I noticed the ceiling was Sprayed! I have been known to fire good distances, but 10 feet is a bit unrealistic... (Side note - if you've seen Something About Mary, I have done that, and you can HEAR it hit your ear, and FEEL it sticking to the side, so that scene was VERY implausible! Yes, I know it was meant to be...) We did a little wiping, and then he fell back against the dresser. He was just so irresistible that I had to go in and kiss him some more. He kissed right back!
Then he got that "what does this Mean?" look on his face, and pondered aloud if he could handle having a boyfriend. I asked if he meant he wanted one. This caused an "oh my God" expression, and he asked if I would be at all interested in dating him. I said Yes! Then grabbed him and started making out some more.
That was how I woke up this morning. He was just so damn cute, it was a shame I'll never see him again! :)
It was set in a house with a group of roommates. Think Real World or Surreal Life. One of the roommates was (in dream-world) Flava Flav's son. I did not get a name. And, no, I have NO idea if he has children (I would assume, tho) or how old they would be, or any such real info. But it was a dream, OK.
Someone decided that we should all go to a movie. I ended up in FF's room, as he was getting ready. Hot little black guy, with an absolutely adorable face. (I'm guessing the mother was way better lookin' than the dad!) As the son of a famous rapper-type, he was saddled with the expectation to be straight. We were talking, and he got very close, however. I jokingly said, "What, are you gonna kiss me?" And he did. Sweet little peck on the lips. Then he looked all embarrassed. Blabbered on about something for a while. Then got that "oh what the hell" look and grabbed me. Pulled me in tight, and kissed me again. This one started closed, but soon opened. Then turned into full-on making out. (The heat coming off the small of his back was really enticing!) Soon we were on the floor, and clothes were being tossed to the side. As his 'first time' I figured we'd start him off as a French-passive. (it's an old term meaning getting a blow job) He was into that, and I was into that. And he tasted good! Lot of chocolate to work with, too, of course. (It IS a dream, remember!) I was enjoying it so much that I erupted quite forcefully. Think Vesuvius vs. Pompeii. He (being rather nervous and all) came a little less dramatically, but fell into my arms and kissed me some more.
After some snuggling, which kinda just smears the mess around, I checked around on the floor to see how bad of a mess I made on the carpet. Nothing. I was shocked! Then I noticed the ceiling was Sprayed! I have been known to fire good distances, but 10 feet is a bit unrealistic... (Side note - if you've seen Something About Mary, I have done that, and you can HEAR it hit your ear, and FEEL it sticking to the side, so that scene was VERY implausible! Yes, I know it was meant to be...) We did a little wiping, and then he fell back against the dresser. He was just so irresistible that I had to go in and kiss him some more. He kissed right back!
Then he got that "what does this Mean?" look on his face, and pondered aloud if he could handle having a boyfriend. I asked if he meant he wanted one. This caused an "oh my God" expression, and he asked if I would be at all interested in dating him. I said Yes! Then grabbed him and started making out some more.
That was how I woke up this morning. He was just so damn cute, it was a shame I'll never see him again! :)
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Dream bonus
I wasn't really feeling that well on Saturday, so I took some Nyquil before heading off to bed. Around 10am, I woke up. I should have gone to the gym at that point, but felt kind of crappy, yet, so just went back to sleep.
As I drifted back into dreamworld, I ended up meeting Cris at a park. We said hello, and I asked how he and Brad were doing. He said not well. They were arguing about money. (This is my dream, but there are come cues that my mind picked up out of reality...) Eventually, he ended up lying crosswise across me, and I was consoling him. I held his head in one hand, stroking the side of face, while running my other hand across his lower abdomen, right over his jeans.
Eventually, I felt soft, fleshy somethin' bumping up against my hand. As I continued to stroke his abdomen, it became less soft and fleshy, and more long and firm. My hand shifted focus, we started kissing, and the next thing I know, we're gettin' it on.
It has been quite some time since I've had a fun sex dream, and also a long time since I have been dreaming about Cris. I guess the underlying reason for the dream is that I am so ready to be in a relationship again. Any takers???
As I drifted back into dreamworld, I ended up meeting Cris at a park. We said hello, and I asked how he and Brad were doing. He said not well. They were arguing about money. (This is my dream, but there are come cues that my mind picked up out of reality...) Eventually, he ended up lying crosswise across me, and I was consoling him. I held his head in one hand, stroking the side of face, while running my other hand across his lower abdomen, right over his jeans.
Eventually, I felt soft, fleshy somethin' bumping up against my hand. As I continued to stroke his abdomen, it became less soft and fleshy, and more long and firm. My hand shifted focus, we started kissing, and the next thing I know, we're gettin' it on.
It has been quite some time since I've had a fun sex dream, and also a long time since I have been dreaming about Cris. I guess the underlying reason for the dream is that I am so ready to be in a relationship again. Any takers???
Monday, March 12, 2007
Seriously...
The other night I had another wonderful dream. He was tall, broad-shouldered, muscular, chestnut brown hair, perfect penis, the whole bit. He was, though, in a serious relationship. I have absolutely no idea why my subconscious mind would make me the home wrecker. But whatever. I imagine if THAT guy in real life approached me, I would also not mind if the real boyfriend was off somewhere being cheated on.
The more interesting revelation came to me while I savoring the memory of the dream during my morning shower. He was a white guy. Not that that is a bad thing, but as I am sure many of you are aware, I do like the dark meat (in chicken, too, I prefer thigh meat to breast). But every time I have a sex dream involving randomly cast non-real hotties, they are always white. If I play around with someone I know in real life, that's different, be it an ex or a desired future. What does it mean that my 'dream' guy is always white, but I am consistently drawn in the waking world to the darker guys, in various shades?
The more interesting revelation came to me while I savoring the memory of the dream during my morning shower. He was a white guy. Not that that is a bad thing, but as I am sure many of you are aware, I do like the dark meat (in chicken, too, I prefer thigh meat to breast). But every time I have a sex dream involving randomly cast non-real hotties, they are always white. If I play around with someone I know in real life, that's different, be it an ex or a desired future. What does it mean that my 'dream' guy is always white, but I am consistently drawn in the waking world to the darker guys, in various shades?
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Almost a bright idea
Just before I awoke on Wednesday, I dreamt that I was visiting my parents, and they were house-hunting again. I made a cute little joke about if they wanted to buy a one-bedroom condo. Then the alarm went off. I immediately thought, Oh my God! IF they still had that chunk of money in the bank from their adventures in real estate (when they moved, it them a while to find the right house), then they could buy my house to get me out the door, and then resell it. The more I thought about it, though, the more I realized it would be better to have them lend me the money and just pay off my own mortgage.
That afternoon at work, we had a little meeting in the CFO's office about "quality office responsibilities." I was hoping that it would amount to them saying they had no interest in making me the quality director, so I could quit and collect unemployment (due to lack of advancement opportunity). Instead they were talking about removing all QC responsibilities from the Quality Manager, which would naturally land at my desk. Not exactly saying I would get a promotion, but close.
When I leave work, I find a voicemail from a company in Tucson looking to schedule a phone interview. (The HR lady pronounces it literally, as in "tuck sun".)
So, I get home, and check my MegaMillions ticket (didn't win a damn thing), and called my parents to see if I could borrow roughly $125,000. Just a normal phone call... Unfortunately, they have since sunk all that money into retirement accounts, and are not able to pull it out. If my condo weren't so non-liquid right now, I'd complain about the lack of liquidity in their assets.
Still no offers on the condo, and no showings on the horizon. We'll see how the interview goes, and whether something big happens at work in the next few days. My bright idea for instant escape, however, did not work out, so I am stuck waiting.
That afternoon at work, we had a little meeting in the CFO's office about "quality office responsibilities." I was hoping that it would amount to them saying they had no interest in making me the quality director, so I could quit and collect unemployment (due to lack of advancement opportunity). Instead they were talking about removing all QC responsibilities from the Quality Manager, which would naturally land at my desk. Not exactly saying I would get a promotion, but close.
When I leave work, I find a voicemail from a company in Tucson looking to schedule a phone interview. (The HR lady pronounces it literally, as in "tuck sun".)
So, I get home, and check my MegaMillions ticket (didn't win a damn thing), and called my parents to see if I could borrow roughly $125,000. Just a normal phone call... Unfortunately, they have since sunk all that money into retirement accounts, and are not able to pull it out. If my condo weren't so non-liquid right now, I'd complain about the lack of liquidity in their assets.
Still no offers on the condo, and no showings on the horizon. We'll see how the interview goes, and whether something big happens at work in the next few days. My bright idea for instant escape, however, did not work out, so I am stuck waiting.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Subconsciously happy
Well, my rejection-fueled misery is clearing a little. I have a connection developing with a cute Italian guy (seriously, he's white!). And yesterday I got a 'wink' from a hunky latino (you knew I couldn't go cold turkey). So, last night I had another fun dream! It's been awhile since I've had a good sex dream.
I was at some gay cafe place for Sunday brunch, and the cute guy at the table next to me started chatting with me. (About my age and height, dark hair, kind of guy-next-door looking.) We clicked really well, and decided to head over to his place to hang out for a while. He was at brunch with a lesbian friend of his, and she came along with us to his place. He had a gorgeous house! We visited for a while longer, and just got along so well. At one point, he undid the button and zipper of his jeans, and started rubbing himself. I asked if I could join him! He said sure, but asked if I'd mind three-way kissing. Since the only other person there was the lesbian, I kind of backed off a bit (somewhat confused) and said, uh, I don't do girls. I don't remember the next part very clearly, but in that random dream way, she ended up not being there anymore, and I was makin' out with the cute boy in peace.
Next thing I know, this guy shows up for cutie's shaving appointment. He is a competitive swimmer, and was overdue for a leg shaving. (And apparently can't do it himself - but hey, it's a dream!) It was actually kind of fun watching him with his legs in the air getting shaved. And they were clipping and shaving and trimming with such reckless abandon that little bits of hair were flyin' everywhere. So, when it was all over, cutie suggested we take a shower. I was all in favor of that! The shower was this huge tiled thing with like 6 shower heads, and when we got in, the barber guy was already in there. I didn't mind that nearly as much as I had objected to the earlier three-way scenario...
At one point, I went to get a drink of water, which ended up being from a Starbucks inside a Barnes & Noble. Which was attached to the house... (Entering the Starbucks, I was fully clothed again.) When I get back to the bathroom, cutie is dressed, and there's a full-on party raging. We start kissing again, and I eventually mention that I should get going soon, because I have to work in the morning. From there, the dream morphed into being at the airport, and it was snowing badly.
It was just a dream, and I woke up without anyone there to kiss but a strong desire for somethin-somethin, but it has been so long since I've had such a great dream that it was just nice to enjoy the moment. Hopefully things will be turning around in real life, too!
I was at some gay cafe place for Sunday brunch, and the cute guy at the table next to me started chatting with me. (About my age and height, dark hair, kind of guy-next-door looking.) We clicked really well, and decided to head over to his place to hang out for a while. He was at brunch with a lesbian friend of his, and she came along with us to his place. He had a gorgeous house! We visited for a while longer, and just got along so well. At one point, he undid the button and zipper of his jeans, and started rubbing himself. I asked if I could join him! He said sure, but asked if I'd mind three-way kissing. Since the only other person there was the lesbian, I kind of backed off a bit (somewhat confused) and said, uh, I don't do girls. I don't remember the next part very clearly, but in that random dream way, she ended up not being there anymore, and I was makin' out with the cute boy in peace.
Next thing I know, this guy shows up for cutie's shaving appointment. He is a competitive swimmer, and was overdue for a leg shaving. (And apparently can't do it himself - but hey, it's a dream!) It was actually kind of fun watching him with his legs in the air getting shaved. And they were clipping and shaving and trimming with such reckless abandon that little bits of hair were flyin' everywhere. So, when it was all over, cutie suggested we take a shower. I was all in favor of that! The shower was this huge tiled thing with like 6 shower heads, and when we got in, the barber guy was already in there. I didn't mind that nearly as much as I had objected to the earlier three-way scenario...
At one point, I went to get a drink of water, which ended up being from a Starbucks inside a Barnes & Noble. Which was attached to the house... (Entering the Starbucks, I was fully clothed again.) When I get back to the bathroom, cutie is dressed, and there's a full-on party raging. We start kissing again, and I eventually mention that I should get going soon, because I have to work in the morning. From there, the dream morphed into being at the airport, and it was snowing badly.
It was just a dream, and I woke up without anyone there to kiss but a strong desire for somethin-somethin, but it has been so long since I've had such a great dream that it was just nice to enjoy the moment. Hopefully things will be turning around in real life, too!
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Why
Yea yea yea, I know. I haven't posted in a while, and it's another dream...
Well, three, actually. I've been having some rather sexually explicit dreams again.
Some time ago, I had this dream that Ronny and I were on 'vacation' at some resort. Ronny, of course, had to work all day. And we were sharing a room with this hunky straight guy. Kind of imagine Hugh Jackman only a little less pretty and a bit more construction worker. After a few nights of subtle hints, we ended up having sex. The thing was, Ronny was already asleep. So, he was in the room at the time. I woke up rather horny, but figured it would be rather rude / bad karma to wake him up to have sex when I spurred on by a dream about cheating on him.
Then a few nights later, I had a dream I was at a party. All gay guys. Nice house. There was this hunky guy wandering around naked with an 18" hard-on. He'd approach someone, ask to have sex, and the guys would all chicken out. He caught me checking him out, and came over. I couldn't resist. So, next thing I know, I have a portion of that WMD in my mouth. After some fun with that, the dream morphed into us watching a Dateline special on TV about him. He was married and had two kids (which he had told me about; he mentioned she was just tired of trying, and was unable to deal with his dick anymore). They went into some detail about how terrible his life had been because nobody would want to have sex with him. (I know, typical Diane Sawyer topics.) They then started talking about his son, who was just hitting puberty. Doctors were anticipating that the son would outsize his father... In my dream, I woke up from that, and had sex with Ronny. Then I really woke up, and had sex with Ronny.
Last night, I was at the grocery store. There was this really hot guy there. About 5'6", blonde military buzz-cut, really well muscled, yummy yummy butt. (Not that I was checking him out...) So, last night I dreamt I was having sex with him. It was that intense, we'll-die-if-we-stop kind of impassioned making-out, gettin' busy. I was Really enjoying it. We finished off by making a big mess all over each other. Then I woke up. Rather horny... Went back to sleep. Had sex with him AGAIN. (I think that's the first time I've repeated a dream hook-up.) Made an even bigger mess on each other. Woke up again Really horny. Contemplated waking Ronny, but decided he needed his sleep.
For those of you who are unsure, the main reason I am willing to end things with Ronny when I leave is that I lack that all-consuming passion. When I was with Sergio, we would look at the clock and realize we'd just spent three hours groping, making-out, kissing, having sex. It was so much more engulfing than what I feel for Ronny. It's hard to keep the relationship alive when there is too little passion driving things. I want what I had with the dream guy...
Well, three, actually. I've been having some rather sexually explicit dreams again.
Some time ago, I had this dream that Ronny and I were on 'vacation' at some resort. Ronny, of course, had to work all day. And we were sharing a room with this hunky straight guy. Kind of imagine Hugh Jackman only a little less pretty and a bit more construction worker. After a few nights of subtle hints, we ended up having sex. The thing was, Ronny was already asleep. So, he was in the room at the time. I woke up rather horny, but figured it would be rather rude / bad karma to wake him up to have sex when I spurred on by a dream about cheating on him.
Then a few nights later, I had a dream I was at a party. All gay guys. Nice house. There was this hunky guy wandering around naked with an 18" hard-on. He'd approach someone, ask to have sex, and the guys would all chicken out. He caught me checking him out, and came over. I couldn't resist. So, next thing I know, I have a portion of that WMD in my mouth. After some fun with that, the dream morphed into us watching a Dateline special on TV about him. He was married and had two kids (which he had told me about; he mentioned she was just tired of trying, and was unable to deal with his dick anymore). They went into some detail about how terrible his life had been because nobody would want to have sex with him. (I know, typical Diane Sawyer topics.) They then started talking about his son, who was just hitting puberty. Doctors were anticipating that the son would outsize his father... In my dream, I woke up from that, and had sex with Ronny. Then I really woke up, and had sex with Ronny.
Last night, I was at the grocery store. There was this really hot guy there. About 5'6", blonde military buzz-cut, really well muscled, yummy yummy butt. (Not that I was checking him out...) So, last night I dreamt I was having sex with him. It was that intense, we'll-die-if-we-stop kind of impassioned making-out, gettin' busy. I was Really enjoying it. We finished off by making a big mess all over each other. Then I woke up. Rather horny... Went back to sleep. Had sex with him AGAIN. (I think that's the first time I've repeated a dream hook-up.) Made an even bigger mess on each other. Woke up again Really horny. Contemplated waking Ronny, but decided he needed his sleep.
For those of you who are unsure, the main reason I am willing to end things with Ronny when I leave is that I lack that all-consuming passion. When I was with Sergio, we would look at the clock and realize we'd just spent three hours groping, making-out, kissing, having sex. It was so much more engulfing than what I feel for Ronny. It's hard to keep the relationship alive when there is too little passion driving things. I want what I had with the dream guy...
Friday, July 21, 2006
Hey, it could happen...
As Tropical Storm Beryl headed up the eastern seaboard on Thursday night, the forecast was for a fairly heavy hit out on Massachusetts’ more exposed areas. Nantucket, Martha’s Vineyard, and Cape Cod were in a direct path. Worcester, of course, is about 2 hours inland, so we were supposed to get some rain, possibly thunderstorms. In a cinematic turn of wish-fulfillment, however, my dreams brought the storm closer to home. Thursday night I had a vivid dream about being at work on Friday as the storms rolled in. I happened to look out the window at one point and saw dark clouds, an angry colored sky, and lots of churning winds. I commented that it looked like tornado weather. I grew in Wisconsin, which sees plenty of tornado weather. Massachusetts, however, gets minimal twisters. No sooner had I said that, though, and a funnel cloud started forming, pretty much right across the street. I started herding everyone away from the action. We basically made it into the production area and then couldn’t figure out where to go next. There really is no safe place nearby. The sounds of wind and turmoil began to die down, anyway, so we headed back to the Quality office.
Looking out the window this time showed a different scene. The tornado had ripped clean a perfect path of emptiness, including half of our building. The front building, which houses the offices, was completely gone except for the back wall that adjoins the production building. We didn’t get touched, but Sales, Engineering, Purchasing, HR, the owner / president, et cetera, were all GONE. We were just kind of staring blankly in disbelief at the wall, while ill-formed thoughts about unemployment drifted through our minds. Then I saw my car. From this side it looked OK, but the top was down. I was Positive I hadn’t left it down, and was rather upset that the interior got soaked. Going over to the car, I noticed the other side was completely mangled and the top had been ripped off, not lowered. There was even a stray wheel lodged in the door. It was with planning of insurance forms and unemployment checks that I realized I could now move south! Paychecks while not working relaxes the stress of the condo sale, so I was free to pack up and leave. (Yeah, sorry all those people died, but wuhoo!!!)
Looking out the window this time showed a different scene. The tornado had ripped clean a perfect path of emptiness, including half of our building. The front building, which houses the offices, was completely gone except for the back wall that adjoins the production building. We didn’t get touched, but Sales, Engineering, Purchasing, HR, the owner / president, et cetera, were all GONE. We were just kind of staring blankly in disbelief at the wall, while ill-formed thoughts about unemployment drifted through our minds. Then I saw my car. From this side it looked OK, but the top was down. I was Positive I hadn’t left it down, and was rather upset that the interior got soaked. Going over to the car, I noticed the other side was completely mangled and the top had been ripped off, not lowered. There was even a stray wheel lodged in the door. It was with planning of insurance forms and unemployment checks that I realized I could now move south! Paychecks while not working relaxes the stress of the condo sale, so I was free to pack up and leave. (Yeah, sorry all those people died, but wuhoo!!!)
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Scientologists are Evil
I saw the Family Guy episode last night of Stewie's first birthday. The subplot was Meg being invited to join a cult, complete with cyanide punch. I think this is what spurred my dreams last night, but I had a rather detailed Sci-Fi channel style movie to watch while I slept.
I am not a Trekkie, but I saw one of the Patrick Stewart Star Trek movies with some roommates back in college. The enemy was this race called the Borg. Little nanotech machine stuff would turn people into cyborgs. Once you were 'infected' it also took over your brain, so you blindly followed the collective mind, and could infect more with your now-infected machine-generating body.
I had a dream last night about the Borg invading Earth. Only in this version, they didn't have little metal thingies growing on their faces. So, you couldn't tell who was and who wasn't. Except that Borg couldn't laugh. Anyone who did laugh was immediately known to be still human, and any Borg in the area would try to infect them. A little wrinkle here, though, is that when you become Borg, one of the machines you develop is a pair of little blue darts. These darts are how you infect others. One dart can be thrown at will. Removing both darts from yourself will kill you. So, the infection rate is a little slower than it was in the Trek movie. But it led to a world of Borg and Human living side by side, but nobody laughed anymore out of fear of conversion. The Really cool part my mind added was that the official religion of the Borg race was Scientology. (I learned about Scientology from South Park, but I've read a few things elsewhere, and it seems South Park was right about the weird alien invasion beliefs of the Scientology crowd.) In a somewhat creepy way, it almost seems plausible in the real world...
Another odd dream-aspect that is somewhat realistic is that the religion is so homophobic that men are not allowed to tough each other for any reason, including handshakes. (Again, with the South Park - "Tom come out of the closet!!")
The part I remember starts with me (still Human) and a woman (still Human) being chased around a medical clinic by a Borg nurse. She was luckily a bad aim, and after missing either of us with both of her darts, she died. (The darts looking like bright blue insulin needles.) So, we were able to escape. And for some reason, we were going by city bus. Get on the bus. This was the scene mainly illustrating how dreary the world had become simply because half the population couldn't laugh, and the other half was afraid to. I get off the bus, and walk home. As I'm coming up the driveway, my neighbors come over. They are very distraught, and show me a letter. As I'm reading the letter, a Scientology missionary stops by to visit.
The letter is from the neighbors' son. He had just killed himself out of fear of being turned into one of the Borg. It's very hard on the parents, and as I am trying to console them, I give each of them a hug. The missionary, of course, gets rather upset when I hug the neighbor husband. He, of course, looks like a stereotypical Mormon missionary: young, cute in an average way, white shirt and tie...
There was so much more detail in the dream, it seems kinda short in the retelling. But it just creeped me out a little bit because of the strange way it seems like if a race of Borg really did exist, I think Scientology would actually be their religion!
I am not a Trekkie, but I saw one of the Patrick Stewart Star Trek movies with some roommates back in college. The enemy was this race called the Borg. Little nanotech machine stuff would turn people into cyborgs. Once you were 'infected' it also took over your brain, so you blindly followed the collective mind, and could infect more with your now-infected machine-generating body.
I had a dream last night about the Borg invading Earth. Only in this version, they didn't have little metal thingies growing on their faces. So, you couldn't tell who was and who wasn't. Except that Borg couldn't laugh. Anyone who did laugh was immediately known to be still human, and any Borg in the area would try to infect them. A little wrinkle here, though, is that when you become Borg, one of the machines you develop is a pair of little blue darts. These darts are how you infect others. One dart can be thrown at will. Removing both darts from yourself will kill you. So, the infection rate is a little slower than it was in the Trek movie. But it led to a world of Borg and Human living side by side, but nobody laughed anymore out of fear of conversion. The Really cool part my mind added was that the official religion of the Borg race was Scientology. (I learned about Scientology from South Park, but I've read a few things elsewhere, and it seems South Park was right about the weird alien invasion beliefs of the Scientology crowd.) In a somewhat creepy way, it almost seems plausible in the real world...
Another odd dream-aspect that is somewhat realistic is that the religion is so homophobic that men are not allowed to tough each other for any reason, including handshakes. (Again, with the South Park - "Tom come out of the closet!!")
The part I remember starts with me (still Human) and a woman (still Human) being chased around a medical clinic by a Borg nurse. She was luckily a bad aim, and after missing either of us with both of her darts, she died. (The darts looking like bright blue insulin needles.) So, we were able to escape. And for some reason, we were going by city bus. Get on the bus. This was the scene mainly illustrating how dreary the world had become simply because half the population couldn't laugh, and the other half was afraid to. I get off the bus, and walk home. As I'm coming up the driveway, my neighbors come over. They are very distraught, and show me a letter. As I'm reading the letter, a Scientology missionary stops by to visit.
The letter is from the neighbors' son. He had just killed himself out of fear of being turned into one of the Borg. It's very hard on the parents, and as I am trying to console them, I give each of them a hug. The missionary, of course, gets rather upset when I hug the neighbor husband. He, of course, looks like a stereotypical Mormon missionary: young, cute in an average way, white shirt and tie...
There was so much more detail in the dream, it seems kinda short in the retelling. But it just creeped me out a little bit because of the strange way it seems like if a race of Borg really did exist, I think Scientology would actually be their religion!
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Brokeback
A while ago, I was at Disney with Ronny, and went to a club called Mannequins. There was a guy on the dance floor who looked SO much like Sergio it was freaky.
So, the other night I had a dream that I was on vacation with Ronny. We went to some sort of film festival. There were a bunch of events that we went to throught the day. That night there was a documentary about Brokeback Mountain. I'm not sure if it was like a making-of documentary, or a real-life stories of the same theme. Anyway, Ronny suddenly remembered something he left behind in the hotel room and had to go back to the room. I waited around a while, he wasn't coming back. All of a sudden, I bumped into Sergio. Ronny just wasn't coming back, and the movie was about to start. I headed over to my seat, and Sergio came along. We were talking. I started wondering about whether or not I would want to take him back. As the morning broke, I woke up from the dream. The wondering carried over, in that half awake, kind of still dreaming state. I had been doing so well, but now I keep having the recurring thoughts pop back up again.
It's not so much that I -do- want him back, but I have come to accept that I will probably never be fully over him. Which is why even though he wants to be friends, I will never be able to.
So, the other night I had a dream that I was on vacation with Ronny. We went to some sort of film festival. There were a bunch of events that we went to throught the day. That night there was a documentary about Brokeback Mountain. I'm not sure if it was like a making-of documentary, or a real-life stories of the same theme. Anyway, Ronny suddenly remembered something he left behind in the hotel room and had to go back to the room. I waited around a while, he wasn't coming back. All of a sudden, I bumped into Sergio. Ronny just wasn't coming back, and the movie was about to start. I headed over to my seat, and Sergio came along. We were talking. I started wondering about whether or not I would want to take him back. As the morning broke, I woke up from the dream. The wondering carried over, in that half awake, kind of still dreaming state. I had been doing so well, but now I keep having the recurring thoughts pop back up again.
It's not so much that I -do- want him back, but I have come to accept that I will probably never be fully over him. Which is why even though he wants to be friends, I will never be able to.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Actor Waiter
I know I have withheld retellings of my dreams from you for a long time now, and I apologize. But I had one last night worth capturing!!
First, a little background:
1) Back in the Alberto days, I met his friends Brad and Cris. They are dating, Brad is from Mass, Cris is from Brazil, reminds me a little of Sergio, and is quite attractive. I have a little bit of a thing for Cris. But he is with Brad, so is off-limits. Turned out that Ronny and Cris are good friends, so we spend a fair amount of time hanging out with them. In fact, the four of us are going to Disney in about a month together, for a week. It may have been my imagination, but I thought that (pre-Ronny) Cris was a little flirty with me - WHEN Brad was not around.
2) Last night I caught Sex and the City on TBS. It was the episode where Samantha meets a waiter/actor-wannabe and they have a lot of role-play sex. That is also the episode where Carrie's boyfriend (the guy from Office Space) introduces Miranda to the "He's just not that into you" theory. The waiter guy was not that cute in the face, but had a nice body.
Second, a disclaimer:
This is just a dream I had. Please do not confuse it with anything that I or Cris or Brad have done, would do, or will do at any point in real life.
Now, on to the dream:
I was on vacation with Brad and Cris and my friend Amy. Amy and I were both single, and in Will&Grace mode. I'm not sure where we were, per se, but we were staying at a hotel, yet it was road-trip distance.
There was a really hot guy who worked downstairs at the hotel. Kind of a concierge, bartender, belhop amalgam. Really hot, tall, dark hair, muscular. I was being a little flirty with him, and he was being a little flirty right back. This went on for a bit, to the point that I thought that maybe there actually was a chance of hooking up with the guy.
Then, I'm back at the room. Which is apparently more like a suite, and all four of us are staying there together. Brad is taking a shower, I'm in the living room area, and as I'm about to head to one of the bedrooms, Amy says not to go in because Cris is having sex in there.
"But Brad is in the shower."
"He's not with Brad..."
"So - uh - who?"
"That hot guy from downstairs."
Oh My God. I went in the room "accidentally" but they were playing around underneath the sheets, so you just saw gyrating bedsheets. I headed back out. In a little bit, the shower ended. Brad eventually came out and headed into the room. I didn't want to miss out on anything, so I headed into their room, as well. The bed is made. Cris and the hottie are sitting there, fully dressed, on opposite ends of the bed, just chatting. Apparently they had been going at it every time Brad wasn't looking for most of our trip. Brad had no idea...
The thought runs through my mind that I guess I didn't really have a chance with the hottie.
Little bit later, we're heading back home. I drove separately from Amy, or Brad and Cris. As I'm going along, my car dies. So, I start walking home. I have NO idea how far that would have been. All of a sudden the traffic starts backing up, horns are honking, something's wrong. Walking up a bit further, there's a big pickup truck that had been pulling a trailer with some farm equipment on it that overturned in the middle of the intersection (Hwy 165 - wherever that is). As I'm walking by, trying to decide if I should try to hitch a ride, I see Brad. He had pulled over to help out. On the OTHER side of the mess, there's Cris and the hottie (who apparently came along with them, for Some Odd Reason) goin' at it right on the side of the road.
May I point out that when TBS showed Samantha doin' the hottie, you didn't see penis. My dreams are not so censored!
As I walk past them, Cris grabs my leg (yea, he's on the ground). I stop and turn to him. He starts saying something in choppy English about when we get back home... I say "Nao falo com Brad" which means literally "I don't talk with Brad" but was meant to say "I won't tell on you." Cris says thank you and starts in on something relating to how Brad would be really upset if he found out. I reply "Eu sei" (I Know) and head out. But Brad catches up with me, and invites me to ride along with them. But the cops are still dealing with the overturned farm stuff, and we end up inside some house. As I'm looking for a cup to pour a glass of milk, the thought crossed my mind that Cris wasn't staying faithful to Brad, so he wasn't avoiding me out of courtesy to Brad. He just wasn't that into me...
First, a little background:
1) Back in the Alberto days, I met his friends Brad and Cris. They are dating, Brad is from Mass, Cris is from Brazil, reminds me a little of Sergio, and is quite attractive. I have a little bit of a thing for Cris. But he is with Brad, so is off-limits. Turned out that Ronny and Cris are good friends, so we spend a fair amount of time hanging out with them. In fact, the four of us are going to Disney in about a month together, for a week. It may have been my imagination, but I thought that (pre-Ronny) Cris was a little flirty with me - WHEN Brad was not around.
2) Last night I caught Sex and the City on TBS. It was the episode where Samantha meets a waiter/actor-wannabe and they have a lot of role-play sex. That is also the episode where Carrie's boyfriend (the guy from Office Space) introduces Miranda to the "He's just not that into you" theory. The waiter guy was not that cute in the face, but had a nice body.
Second, a disclaimer:
This is just a dream I had. Please do not confuse it with anything that I or Cris or Brad have done, would do, or will do at any point in real life.
Now, on to the dream:
I was on vacation with Brad and Cris and my friend Amy. Amy and I were both single, and in Will&Grace mode. I'm not sure where we were, per se, but we were staying at a hotel, yet it was road-trip distance.
There was a really hot guy who worked downstairs at the hotel. Kind of a concierge, bartender, belhop amalgam. Really hot, tall, dark hair, muscular. I was being a little flirty with him, and he was being a little flirty right back. This went on for a bit, to the point that I thought that maybe there actually was a chance of hooking up with the guy.
Then, I'm back at the room. Which is apparently more like a suite, and all four of us are staying there together. Brad is taking a shower, I'm in the living room area, and as I'm about to head to one of the bedrooms, Amy says not to go in because Cris is having sex in there.
"But Brad is in the shower."
"He's not with Brad..."
"So - uh - who?"
"That hot guy from downstairs."
Oh My God. I went in the room "accidentally" but they were playing around underneath the sheets, so you just saw gyrating bedsheets. I headed back out. In a little bit, the shower ended. Brad eventually came out and headed into the room. I didn't want to miss out on anything, so I headed into their room, as well. The bed is made. Cris and the hottie are sitting there, fully dressed, on opposite ends of the bed, just chatting. Apparently they had been going at it every time Brad wasn't looking for most of our trip. Brad had no idea...
The thought runs through my mind that I guess I didn't really have a chance with the hottie.
Little bit later, we're heading back home. I drove separately from Amy, or Brad and Cris. As I'm going along, my car dies. So, I start walking home. I have NO idea how far that would have been. All of a sudden the traffic starts backing up, horns are honking, something's wrong. Walking up a bit further, there's a big pickup truck that had been pulling a trailer with some farm equipment on it that overturned in the middle of the intersection (Hwy 165 - wherever that is). As I'm walking by, trying to decide if I should try to hitch a ride, I see Brad. He had pulled over to help out. On the OTHER side of the mess, there's Cris and the hottie (who apparently came along with them, for Some Odd Reason) goin' at it right on the side of the road.
May I point out that when TBS showed Samantha doin' the hottie, you didn't see penis. My dreams are not so censored!
As I walk past them, Cris grabs my leg (yea, he's on the ground). I stop and turn to him. He starts saying something in choppy English about when we get back home... I say "Nao falo com Brad" which means literally "I don't talk with Brad" but was meant to say "I won't tell on you." Cris says thank you and starts in on something relating to how Brad would be really upset if he found out. I reply "Eu sei" (I Know) and head out. But Brad catches up with me, and invites me to ride along with them. But the cops are still dealing with the overturned farm stuff, and we end up inside some house. As I'm looking for a cup to pour a glass of milk, the thought crossed my mind that Cris wasn't staying faithful to Brad, so he wasn't avoiding me out of courtesy to Brad. He just wasn't that into me...
Thursday, August 04, 2005
dream weaver
Yes, yes, I know. More dream stories...
So, I've been playing World of Warcraft (dorky, yes, I know). Typical fantasy role playing genre - humans, elves and dwarves battling orcs trolls and the undead. It's a multiplayer online version. I am playing as an undead warlock. Warlocks get to have 'pets' - conjured things like an imp, djinni, banshee. There is another player class called hunter, which gets pets, too. Theirs are wild beasts they befriend - bears, tigers, etc.
Tuesday night,I dream I am playing the game and my warlock is walking along with a black cougar as his pet. Come upon a little encampment, meet a master warlock, and request training. This is done in the game, but training consists of a chime sound, sparkly light, and Poof, instantly trained. In my dream, in was more of a sparring match, with lovely Star-Wars-emperor-type dialogue: "Yessssss, gooooooood, feeeeeeeel your aaaaaaanger." The master also had some 'pet' that my cougar was sparring with. At the end of the 'training' the cougar says to the other animal "Te amo." (Portuguese for I love you.) I turn to the cougar and ask "Por que fala 'te amo'?" (Why do you say I love you?) First, I realize this was a sudden dream shift where I was no longer playing a computer game, but was IN the world itself. Second, I also realize I should have used the past tense "why did you" but I have not been studying my conjugations, and don't know how to say the past tense.
WHY I AM TELLING YOU THIS: This is the first time I recall speaking Portuguese in a dream. Do dreams mean anything? Why would my first comment in P. in a dream be "Why do you say I love you?"? Granted it was directed to a computer game character, but still...
Wednesday night I had another interesting dream. This time it was senior year in college, and I was moving into the dorm. It was an apartment style setup, and the tenants were just assigned a floor, and then picked whichever one they wanted on that floor. I picked the one in front, overlooking the front yard. Had a nice layout. Then was arranging where to put my furniture. Then discover that I had a roommate - Ronny. I do believe, this was the first appearance of Ronny in a dream. And again, do they mean anything? I was setting up house with him. Moving into a new home with the furniture I really have in real life. Hmmmm.
In the category of Sucky Jobs I Am Glad I Do Not Have, they started work on the roof today. For those who are not local, it was 95F and 100% humidity. (Threats of storms, but never happened.) Ick.
So, I've been playing World of Warcraft (dorky, yes, I know). Typical fantasy role playing genre - humans, elves and dwarves battling orcs trolls and the undead. It's a multiplayer online version. I am playing as an undead warlock. Warlocks get to have 'pets' - conjured things like an imp, djinni, banshee. There is another player class called hunter, which gets pets, too. Theirs are wild beasts they befriend - bears, tigers, etc.
Tuesday night,I dream I am playing the game and my warlock is walking along with a black cougar as his pet. Come upon a little encampment, meet a master warlock, and request training. This is done in the game, but training consists of a chime sound, sparkly light, and Poof, instantly trained. In my dream, in was more of a sparring match, with lovely Star-Wars-emperor-type dialogue: "Yessssss, gooooooood, feeeeeeeel your aaaaaaanger." The master also had some 'pet' that my cougar was sparring with. At the end of the 'training' the cougar says to the other animal "Te amo." (Portuguese for I love you.) I turn to the cougar and ask "Por que fala 'te amo'?" (Why do you say I love you?) First, I realize this was a sudden dream shift where I was no longer playing a computer game, but was IN the world itself. Second, I also realize I should have used the past tense "why did you" but I have not been studying my conjugations, and don't know how to say the past tense.
WHY I AM TELLING YOU THIS: This is the first time I recall speaking Portuguese in a dream. Do dreams mean anything? Why would my first comment in P. in a dream be "Why do you say I love you?"? Granted it was directed to a computer game character, but still...
Wednesday night I had another interesting dream. This time it was senior year in college, and I was moving into the dorm. It was an apartment style setup, and the tenants were just assigned a floor, and then picked whichever one they wanted on that floor. I picked the one in front, overlooking the front yard. Had a nice layout. Then was arranging where to put my furniture. Then discover that I had a roommate - Ronny. I do believe, this was the first appearance of Ronny in a dream. And again, do they mean anything? I was setting up house with him. Moving into a new home with the furniture I really have in real life. Hmmmm.
In the category of Sucky Jobs I Am Glad I Do Not Have, they started work on the roof today. For those who are not local, it was 95F and 100% humidity. (Threats of storms, but never happened.) Ick.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
"I am Batman..."
Friday night I had another interesting dream. I've had Madonna videos, Seinfeld episodes, and several murder mystery movies. I even dreamed a Lifetime original after-school-special kind of movie once, complete with credits. That's a little freaky...
Anyway, so this one was Apparently in honor of the new movie in megaplexes right now. I was going to a dinner party with Superman and Wonder Woman at Batman's house. I think I was also a super-friend in the dream, but couldn't see my own costume, so do not know which one. (Though I think my power was pointing out the obvious. No comments from the peanut gallery!)
Dinner was going along fine until Batman FLIPPED out. Completely went nutso. SM, WW, and I kinda looked at each other with that uncomfortable grimmace, and SM and I decided to "take care" of the situation. Which of course in comic books means KILL the bad guy, who in this case was Batman. (Oh, I should mention, in THIS version, Batman lived in a boring middle class colonial in some vapid suburb.) You would think having Superman on your side would come in handy in a situation like this, but he was kind of a wuss here. After getting nowhere for a while we hatched a more formidable plan. It involved pouring lighter fluid all over the stove. Then we punched out BM so he fell backwards onto the stove. Then lit the burner, and FWOOOF - Bat Flambe!
As we head to leave, I somehow realize that WW is in the bathroom. So I open the door, she's taking a shower. (Ashy pale skin, kinda flat, not very attractive physique. Turns out her name is Wendy!) She looked a little insulted that I walked in on her, but I mentioned that the house was about to burn down and she needed to leave immediately. She was a little more grateful, then.
So SM and I leave, he's about to get in his car (Ford Explorer for those keeping track), and I realize still no WW. I said I thought we should make sure she made it out OK before leaving. He's like Oh all right... As we head back to the house, I notice the kitchen is not engulfed in flames, so we figure BM must still be on the move. We kind of hide, then hear him go into the garage. So we go in the house, SM follows BM into the garage, I go knock on the bathroom door.
"Are you COMING??"
"Do you REALIZE how difficult this suit is to get ON!?"
"Just throw on a pair of jeans and worry about the suit LATER!"
(Somehow it seemed obvious at the time that Wonder Woman would keep a spare pair jeans in Batman's bathroom.)
So, WW finally gets done in the bathroom, we head into the garage. SM is on the phone with a locksmith asking him to come over and open up the storage lockers in Batman's garage. Superman needing a locksmith. Now that's not something you normally see in a Marvel comic!! So, as SM tries to figure out where BM is hiding in the garage, WW heads outside and finds a secret door that heads to a secret basement, complete with gun-toting henchmen who are REALLY easy to knock out. I tell SM to follow. We head downstairs, WW is gone. Head around the corner, and there is a hallway of rooms. I go in one, nothing. Go in another, and there's Wonder Woman, tied down to a bed. I let her loose and we continue on. We go look for Superman. Can't find him. Now WW is gone again. I head back to the rooms. Go in another one, there's this guy Corey. Late 30's, pasty, balding, not healthy looking. He tells me that Bruce Wayne had kidnapped him and was doing experiments on him. Cue ominous music. I decide I NEED to tell SM and WW about this one. Can't find them, of course. Head back to the rooms. New room. Really dim inside. There's a woman on the bed.
"Wendy??" (Remember, that's Wonder Woman.)
"nnnn" faintly.
I go up to the woman, but can't really see her. She's too weak to talk. I keep thinking it's WW. So, she grabs a Polaroid camera and snaps one of her face, so the light will show who she is.
"SUZANNA!?!"
(Yes, I am aware that it is odd for someone too weak to speak to whip out a Polaroid camera... And, no, you are not supposed to know who Suzanna is. One of those Plot Twists! Dun-dun-duuuuuuunnn)
"I thought you were dead!!"
"hsnnnhs"
I lean in much closer.
"Bruce staged my death so he..."
Someone is coming down the hall. I hide behind the door. There's a fiery glow coming down the hallway that I can see through the crack under the door. BM is apparently still ablaze, but now it's become 'part' of him. (Incidentally, he was also now accompanied by a metallic rotary grinding sound - sort of like out of War of the Worlds.)
That's when I woke up. Bummer, huh?
The thought of Wonder Woman in a bathroom struggling to get into her tights is just so funny, though, isn't it?? In all those superhero comics, it was always this magical twirl or swooshing through a phone booth, and Presto! the costume change is complete. Having one sit there kvetching about it is a little refreshing!
Anyway, so this one was Apparently in honor of the new movie in megaplexes right now. I was going to a dinner party with Superman and Wonder Woman at Batman's house. I think I was also a super-friend in the dream, but couldn't see my own costume, so do not know which one. (Though I think my power was pointing out the obvious. No comments from the peanut gallery!)
Dinner was going along fine until Batman FLIPPED out. Completely went nutso. SM, WW, and I kinda looked at each other with that uncomfortable grimmace, and SM and I decided to "take care" of the situation. Which of course in comic books means KILL the bad guy, who in this case was Batman. (Oh, I should mention, in THIS version, Batman lived in a boring middle class colonial in some vapid suburb.) You would think having Superman on your side would come in handy in a situation like this, but he was kind of a wuss here. After getting nowhere for a while we hatched a more formidable plan. It involved pouring lighter fluid all over the stove. Then we punched out BM so he fell backwards onto the stove. Then lit the burner, and FWOOOF - Bat Flambe!
As we head to leave, I somehow realize that WW is in the bathroom. So I open the door, she's taking a shower. (Ashy pale skin, kinda flat, not very attractive physique. Turns out her name is Wendy!) She looked a little insulted that I walked in on her, but I mentioned that the house was about to burn down and she needed to leave immediately. She was a little more grateful, then.
So SM and I leave, he's about to get in his car (Ford Explorer for those keeping track), and I realize still no WW. I said I thought we should make sure she made it out OK before leaving. He's like Oh all right... As we head back to the house, I notice the kitchen is not engulfed in flames, so we figure BM must still be on the move. We kind of hide, then hear him go into the garage. So we go in the house, SM follows BM into the garage, I go knock on the bathroom door.
"Are you COMING??"
"Do you REALIZE how difficult this suit is to get ON!?"
"Just throw on a pair of jeans and worry about the suit LATER!"
(Somehow it seemed obvious at the time that Wonder Woman would keep a spare pair jeans in Batman's bathroom.)
So, WW finally gets done in the bathroom, we head into the garage. SM is on the phone with a locksmith asking him to come over and open up the storage lockers in Batman's garage. Superman needing a locksmith. Now that's not something you normally see in a Marvel comic!! So, as SM tries to figure out where BM is hiding in the garage, WW heads outside and finds a secret door that heads to a secret basement, complete with gun-toting henchmen who are REALLY easy to knock out. I tell SM to follow. We head downstairs, WW is gone. Head around the corner, and there is a hallway of rooms. I go in one, nothing. Go in another, and there's Wonder Woman, tied down to a bed. I let her loose and we continue on. We go look for Superman. Can't find him. Now WW is gone again. I head back to the rooms. Go in another one, there's this guy Corey. Late 30's, pasty, balding, not healthy looking. He tells me that Bruce Wayne had kidnapped him and was doing experiments on him. Cue ominous music. I decide I NEED to tell SM and WW about this one. Can't find them, of course. Head back to the rooms. New room. Really dim inside. There's a woman on the bed.
"Wendy??" (Remember, that's Wonder Woman.)
"nnnn" faintly.
I go up to the woman, but can't really see her. She's too weak to talk. I keep thinking it's WW. So, she grabs a Polaroid camera and snaps one of her face, so the light will show who she is.
"SUZANNA!?!"
(Yes, I am aware that it is odd for someone too weak to speak to whip out a Polaroid camera... And, no, you are not supposed to know who Suzanna is. One of those Plot Twists! Dun-dun-duuuuuuunnn)
"I thought you were dead!!"
"hsnnnhs"
I lean in much closer.
"Bruce staged my death so he..."
Someone is coming down the hall. I hide behind the door. There's a fiery glow coming down the hallway that I can see through the crack under the door. BM is apparently still ablaze, but now it's become 'part' of him. (Incidentally, he was also now accompanied by a metallic rotary grinding sound - sort of like out of War of the Worlds.)
That's when I woke up. Bummer, huh?
The thought of Wonder Woman in a bathroom struggling to get into her tights is just so funny, though, isn't it?? In all those superhero comics, it was always this magical twirl or swooshing through a phone booth, and Presto! the costume change is complete. Having one sit there kvetching about it is a little refreshing!
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