Sleep is fragile and precious to me, a chronic insomnia sufferer. Last night I had wretched insomnia, awake from 1:30 until some time after 3:30, at which point I stopped checking the clock. When I finally fell asleep, I was awakened by the 6 AM alarm clock from a dream that I was having sex with Paris Hilton.
Shudder.
If that fucking alarm clock had been set for later, I would never have had to learn what my sick, sick subconscious was doing.
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Everyone has that dream.
Now, when YOU have that dream, it's understandable. You're a hetero guy. But me... well, no. The only redeeming value was that in the dream I had some limits, some acts I was not willing to perform due to my lack of esteem for the other party.
Define "limits." (Yes, I'm a salacious internet voyuer.)
In other matters, would be interested to hear(read) your thoughts on this.
You know, Jung would say that Paris represented an aspect of yourself(the Parisy part) and that your "interface" with her was two parts of yourself coming together to communicate something.
God, I'm dull.
ew... paris hiton is gross.
poor you, having to have dream sex with her.
Hey! Drunken Housewife! I need more postings!
I hate it when I'm having good sex, generally involving something twisted that I would be far too conservative to do in real life, and the alarm wakes me up.
Particularly when I'm not getting any inn real life.
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