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Damn My Subconscious!
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Damn My Subconscious! Dreaming permits each and everyone of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives. -William Dement THE RAMBLINGS OF WHAT MUST BE AN INSANE MIND: I was casually strolling along toward the cafe with iPad in hand to take advantage of the free wi-fi and get a snack. I scan the crowd, like I always do, trying to be aware of my surroundings. It's an effort to see if I recognize anyone, a friend, a customer, it doesn't really matter, just an effort to be friendly. It's also an effort to see if there is any eye candy around that will make the trip to the cafe that much more enjoyable. Given the choice of the seat near fat, old, bald guy, and the one with the view of the nubile, young, soccer-moms, I tend to choose the latter. Scanning...scanning...What!? What is she doing here? Or should that be SHE!? I haven't seen her in what feels like years. No, it wasn't that long. Months? Weeks? Days? Her back is too me, but that is definitely her. The same hair, the same little tilt of the head, the way she crosses her legs, oh yeah, that's her. Who is that she's with? Her husband? A coworker? A relative? I take a seat where I can observe. I can see her reflection in the window. She has the same smile, the same beautiful eyes. How I would get lost for days in those eyes. What is she doing here? What is she doing here with him? Where did the sandwich come from? Did I order that? I don't like pickles. Why isn't it me sitting there with her? Why isn't it me she is smiling at like that? Why isn't it me she is talking about old times with? Remember when...? And the time we...? Are they holding hands? Where did they get the chocolate milks? I want a chocolate milk. I should go say hello. I should go push him out of the chair and then sit down. He doesn't deserve her. I bet he's mean to her. I bet he is mean to everyone, especially and old people. He looks like a puppy-kicker to me. Where did my sandwich go and who put a pop-tart in it's place? Mmm, brown sugar cinnamon, my favorite. I can't go over there. She doesn't want to see me anymore. Or maybe that's why she's here...maybe she wants to see me again. No, that can't be right. What I wouldn't do to be with her again. Such good times we had. Why did life have to complicate things. No, she's moved on, hasn't she? When did they start letting pets come in to eating establishments? I think that was a llama the waiter was leading around. Maybe it was an alpaca? What's the difference? Where did she go? Look for her man! There she is. She's getting a refill. Now, while she is up and away from him. Go say hello. She'll be happy to see me. I know she will. Don't forget my drink cup...moron, how am I going to get a refill with no cup. Closer. Closer. Here I go. Am I shaking? Am I nervous? Am I excited? Why am I shaking? I'm right behind her. Wow, she smells terrific. She's still so beautiful. I want to hug her. Talk to her. I can't. Tap her on the shoulder. I can't. Don't let her get away. She's got her drink. She's turning away. Now Dammit! I lift my trembling hand. Somehow, I don't know how, but I barely brush against her hair. It's exactly like I remember. I'm shaking....I'm shaking. I'm awake. My hands are shaking. I'm smiling. Dreams can be too real sometimes. And sometimes they aren't real enough. See you next time my friends, same Batchannel. Pax!  Just Another Geek on FriendFinder-x |
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1/15/2011 10:24 am |
*sigh* I know dreams like that...and usually when I wake up and realize it was only a dream, my eyes are leaking... "All you'll get from strangers is surface pleasantry or indifference. Only someone who loves you will criticize you." - Judith Crist, crack film critic
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NotSo.. makes me wonder how to apply for the part? 
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1/5/2011 7:24 am |
Go back to the dream - snatch her up and lay her on the table - strip her bare and make mad passionate love to her right in the middle of the cafe with the llama leering at you  Just Another Geek on FriendFinder-x
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Go back to the dream - snatch her up and lay her on the table - strip her bare and make mad passionate love to her right in the middle of the cafe with the llama leering at you
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This is why i no longer eat late at night...i get crazy real seeming food dreams. I once woke up screaming 'It was the pickles!'
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wow! tricked me good. unfortunately I've had a dream like that.. it sucked  Respond to every call that excites Your Spirit ~Rumi  ..
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1/4/2011 3:40 pm |
 He is a puppy kicker and a cum face jerk.... add that to your dream next time will ya.... oh and yes, I do smell good~Creativity is a drug I cannot live without.
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My mullet is not near as good as his.
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