Last weekend, after partying too much for a few days, I took it easy Saturday night. I fell asleep on the couch watching SNL. I was blessed with an episode that had Scarlett Johannson and Bjork. I had wonderful dreams about Miss Scarlett. Not sexy dreams, just nice ones about hanging out with a girl I like. Usually my sexy dreams are just about me. I guess I really do love myself deep down. Intimacy dreams are frequent, but they aren't sexy. They include playing video games, snuggling on a couch, talking, laughing, and the occasional kiss. They also usually involve boys.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Everybody dreams, but many don't remember them. I, however, have been haunted by dreams my entire life. A multitude of types of dreams.
I've had the ones that just summarize recent events in life. I've dreamt in black and white. I've dreamt in colour. I've had dreams where I'm observing events as an outsider and ones where it seems I'm actually there. I've had good dreams and nightmares. I've had these weird dreams where it feels like I'm wide awake and surrounded by spirits. I've watched movies in my sleep. I don't have too many sex dreams, but there are a few, and I dream of masturbation, sometimes I wonder if I AM masturbating as I sleep. I've dreamt about people before meeting them and buildings and places without being in them. I've had dreams come true word for word and recurring dreams. I've had realistic ones and bizarre, abstract ones.
I've flown and floated in my sleep, sometimes losing control so I end up stuck to the ceiling. And just so you know, if you dream of falling off a cliff or something, you don't die when you hit the ground. I've survived it more than once.
For these reasons and more, I have decided to keep a dream journal.
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