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More Nightmares
Mar. 16th, 2005 06:57 amIt's the darkside of the moon cycle, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised; but I am having crazy nightmares again. Last night I dreamt about a wedding in which the bridesmaid dresses were so humiliating they looked like sissy fetish wear, short, sheer, and with matching frilly panties. Ugh!
Then I dreamt about staying in a haunted house. I was an outside observer, until the very end, when I became one of the haunted characters, who was "possessed" by a flashback from WWII when she was a child and something terrible happened to her during an air raid.
I felt like I was suffocating, so I woke myself up, washed my face, and got up watch the sunrise and have a cup of tea. Bad dreams have been a constant part of my life since I was a very small child. I hated being alone in the dark, less because I was afraid of the dark, than because I was afraid of sleeping and dreams. I also frequently had lucid dreams, where dream creatures and situations would cross over into my non-dream world. Thankfully, that doesn't happen anymore.
Marla and I went out for an impromptu dinner last night. She's just returned from a conference in New Orleans. She told me one of her coworkers returned from the conference to find his son dead of a heroine overdose. The man is an ass, and even recently admitted, "A monkey could do my job," but that doesn't mean he deserved to lose his son. It made me incredibly sad, not just for the man, but for his son. What kind of life would make heroine a preferable alternative? He must have been suffering.
It also meant that Marla and I had a frank talk about our history with drug use. Suffice to say we both went through an experimental phase, but hers was a lot longer and more intense than mine. She's currently trying to quit smoking. Some of our mutual friends have asked me why I'm not kicking her ass more frequantly about about her attempts to kick-the-habit. I told them, I knew Marla when, and I am thankful she has emerged hooked on nothing more serious than cigarettes. I'm totally behind her quitting smoking; but I'm not going to kick anyone's ass about it.
I went to a movie with Janet last weekend. We saw Bride & Prejudice, which was totally entertaining, and also one of the worst movies I have ever seen. (It was truly bad. I predict a long life for it on cable, where all such entertaining-but-bad movies end up.) Afterwards we went for dinner, and Janet, who is 6 mos out of a long term relationship (2 years) told me she didn't think she was ever going to find love.
I told her she was insane, "Love is one of the most democratic forces in the world, next to disease. It strikes people who are poor, mean, old, fat, and ugly just as often as it strikes anyone else. I think it is harder to avoid love than it is to succumb to it."
I told Marla about this encounter, she thought my answer was hilarious, though she did mention that many of us are well-equipped to spoil love when it comes our way. "That's where personal responsibility kicks in," I said. "I didn't say that love would be successful or happy, just that it happens to everyone."
I could say more about this subject; but I think I will leave it here for today. This week's horoscope from Free Will Astrology follows. It sounds like my idea of a fabulous week. Someone want to make me a believer?
AQUARIUS (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): A recent poll revealed that more and more people are enjoying oral sex. In the last three years alone, the percentage has increased from 74 to 79 percent. For members of the Aquarian tribe, that figure is likely to zoom precipitously upward in the coming weeks, as will the sheer number of erotic encounters involving the lips and tongue. In fact, *all* activities involving pleasure with the mouth are likely to lead to success and happiness, including (but not limited to) gourmet eating, loud singing, and wild talking. For extra credit, try combining two activities: gourmet eating and wild talking, for instance, or singing and oral sex.
Then I dreamt about staying in a haunted house. I was an outside observer, until the very end, when I became one of the haunted characters, who was "possessed" by a flashback from WWII when she was a child and something terrible happened to her during an air raid.
I felt like I was suffocating, so I woke myself up, washed my face, and got up watch the sunrise and have a cup of tea. Bad dreams have been a constant part of my life since I was a very small child. I hated being alone in the dark, less because I was afraid of the dark, than because I was afraid of sleeping and dreams. I also frequently had lucid dreams, where dream creatures and situations would cross over into my non-dream world. Thankfully, that doesn't happen anymore.
Marla and I went out for an impromptu dinner last night. She's just returned from a conference in New Orleans. She told me one of her coworkers returned from the conference to find his son dead of a heroine overdose. The man is an ass, and even recently admitted, "A monkey could do my job," but that doesn't mean he deserved to lose his son. It made me incredibly sad, not just for the man, but for his son. What kind of life would make heroine a preferable alternative? He must have been suffering.
It also meant that Marla and I had a frank talk about our history with drug use. Suffice to say we both went through an experimental phase, but hers was a lot longer and more intense than mine. She's currently trying to quit smoking. Some of our mutual friends have asked me why I'm not kicking her ass more frequantly about about her attempts to kick-the-habit. I told them, I knew Marla when, and I am thankful she has emerged hooked on nothing more serious than cigarettes. I'm totally behind her quitting smoking; but I'm not going to kick anyone's ass about it.
I went to a movie with Janet last weekend. We saw Bride & Prejudice, which was totally entertaining, and also one of the worst movies I have ever seen. (It was truly bad. I predict a long life for it on cable, where all such entertaining-but-bad movies end up.) Afterwards we went for dinner, and Janet, who is 6 mos out of a long term relationship (2 years) told me she didn't think she was ever going to find love.
I told her she was insane, "Love is one of the most democratic forces in the world, next to disease. It strikes people who are poor, mean, old, fat, and ugly just as often as it strikes anyone else. I think it is harder to avoid love than it is to succumb to it."
I told Marla about this encounter, she thought my answer was hilarious, though she did mention that many of us are well-equipped to spoil love when it comes our way. "That's where personal responsibility kicks in," I said. "I didn't say that love would be successful or happy, just that it happens to everyone."
I could say more about this subject; but I think I will leave it here for today. This week's horoscope from Free Will Astrology follows. It sounds like my idea of a fabulous week. Someone want to make me a believer?
AQUARIUS (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): A recent poll revealed that more and more people are enjoying oral sex. In the last three years alone, the percentage has increased from 74 to 79 percent. For members of the Aquarian tribe, that figure is likely to zoom precipitously upward in the coming weeks, as will the sheer number of erotic encounters involving the lips and tongue. In fact, *all* activities involving pleasure with the mouth are likely to lead to success and happiness, including (but not limited to) gourmet eating, loud singing, and wild talking. For extra credit, try combining two activities: gourmet eating and wild talking, for instance, or singing and oral sex.
