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dream a little dream

i feel like my dreams have been the topic of choice of late..and maybe it's because in a lot of ways my dreams are way more exciting than my actual life..

but, for the last 4, maybe 5 nights in a R O W i've had fleeting dreams with my ex husband. noooooo, not T H O S E kinda dreams. inconsequential dreams...hell, i'd be hard pressed to even recall any of them in great detail. he just appeared, was there for a moment, then left. and understand, i have no animosity toward him. in fact, we left our marriage on good terms. well, as good as they CAN be under the circumstances. we email each other at most 3, maybe 4 times a year...mostly talking about how 15 year old jozee the dog is holding up. but, even that's subsided a bit. he married shortly after our parting (to a woman with two children) and subsequently had a baby not long after that. i moved to california, fell madly in love with chuck and so, our contact with one another grew less and less. we both went our separate ways, but i've never forgotten what he means to me and what lessons were learned from our time together.

so, why am i having these dreams? why now?

and while we're on the topic...why do i consistently have dreams about ditching high school math class (which i NEVER DiD, btw) and failing to graduate because of it?

oi. freud would have a heyday with me.


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Oct. 1st, 2006 01:57 am (UTC)
I still have nightmares of the wifebeater I lived with in my teens. Yeah. Here's a dream to take your mind somwhere else:

I had a dream.
I dreeeamed that I was walking down a winding country road. I was drinking a giant bottle of Corona with lime. I slowly weaved from one side of the road to the other trying to hurriedly make my way to the 7-11 for some ciggy-butts before it closed, completely forgetting it was open 24 hours a day –and the fact that I don’t smoke. As I staggered along, humming the theme song from "Bonanza", I came upon a sight my eyes have never seen. It was

My hero.

He was leaning over a turnstile trying to get his fried peanut butter and banana sandwich that had dropped out of his nerveless drug-addled drooling (yet somehow pouty and enticing) lips. He was wearing nothing but a glittery sequined cape and a rather small matching codpiece.
I thought hey wait a min-ute.. I’ve never seen him in an outfit like that on stage before. Then I thought well maybe this is the way he dresses on the weekends in the country. While he was bent over, I slowly made my way to his quivering nether regions. His buttocks were pasty-white with coarse black hairs sprouting out of them. Here and there were cute little angry-looking carbuncles, each tipped with yellow. I was in heaven. Oh, how I wanted to cup my hands around each mound and dig my red lacquered nails into that corpulent flesh.
But no.. I wanted to savor the moment.
He started to turn around, evidently noticing my labored breathing and the rustling of my petticoats, my busy fingers bringing me to the brink of rapture. Before he could see me in disarray, and taking my empty Corona bottle, I gave one mighty back swing then rammed that bottle right up Elivs'esss ass.
It slid in there like shit through a goose as his bunghole was moist and flaccid from his sandwich-retrieving task.
Suddenly I awoke and found myself laying in my own thilthy sweat soaked trundle bed, with my fingers buried in my crotchal area. I think I have a thing for a dead man.
Oct. 1st, 2006 06:00 am (UTC)
ooooooooooh, my dear lord jesus elvis...this is SOOOOOOOOOOO going in my memories file (as soon as i learn how to 'hunk a hunk a burnin' love' do it)

thank you morty...
once again..you've delivered me from evil and shown me the truth...well, at least you brought me to a whole new level of madness anyway (and really, when it comes down to it... what's the diff?)
i'll be dreaming of corona filled jacuzzis and sequined asses tonight, thanks to you..(hoooooopefully W i T H O U T the ex!!!!!!!!)
Oct. 1st, 2006 02:18 pm (UTC)
dreams are dreams.... everything sneaks in

I had a traumatic event with an armadillo when I was 6... I still have dream where people turn into armadillos

two nights ago I drept I got powdered doughnuts from a vending machine and when they droped down they were portabelo mushrooms...

nuts I haven't eaten a powdered doughnut in 10 years

anyway you are not alone... and rose quartz is good for under the pillow if you need a little umpf to kick the weird dreams
Oct. 1st, 2006 05:34 pm (UTC)
you given me a lot to ponder with that armadillo visual..

and rose quartz. really? i'm afraid i'd start dreaming of tumors in my ears..but, it's worth a try.
actually, i think i drove the dreams out last night, cuz there was nary a second of my ex-hubby. fee-yew.
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