9/21/05
Words from the waking world: As has been the trend lately, much of the dreamtime content has remained in the dreamworld. Dream 1 is just the tail end of a long dream sequence that I don't remember. Dream 2 is complete as recorded here.
Dream 1: I am walking outdoors, stepping over puddles. As I step over one small puddle, a tiny green frog raises his front leg and waves at me. We are both happy and his waving makes us both happier.
Dream 2: I am hosting a party in my home while dressed casually in red cotton shorts and a white t-shirt. There are several guests but none that I can identify specifically - they are all just generic dream guests.
As I move among the partiers I realize that I am a little more casually dressed than most of the guests who are wearing long pants and collared shirts.
I am so casual that I am not even wearing underwear. The thought of being around all of these people without underwear is exciting. I become aroused and, considering that I am wearing red shorts, find it hard to hide my excitement.
Moving through the guests, trying to find a private place, I either crouch with my fists stuffed in my pockets to hide myself or I put my hands behind my back and push myself forward making a display of my tenting.
Eventually I clear through the crowd and make my way into the laundry closet. There are stacks of clean laundry and piles of dirty laundry in this closet. I sit on a stack of clean laundry and as I recline, I pull my t-shirt over my head and cannot see anything but the white light filtered through my t-shirt.
Blind, reclined and erect, I hear someone approach. I am pleased that they have noticed my situation I am even more pleased when they begin...
Dream 1: I am walking outdoors, stepping over puddles. As I step over one small puddle, a tiny green frog raises his front leg and waves at me. We are both happy and his waving makes us both happier.
Dream 2: I am hosting a party in my home while dressed casually in red cotton shorts and a white t-shirt. There are several guests but none that I can identify specifically - they are all just generic dream guests.
As I move among the partiers I realize that I am a little more casually dressed than most of the guests who are wearing long pants and collared shirts.
I am so casual that I am not even wearing underwear. The thought of being around all of these people without underwear is exciting. I become aroused and, considering that I am wearing red shorts, find it hard to hide my excitement.
Moving through the guests, trying to find a private place, I either crouch with my fists stuffed in my pockets to hide myself or I put my hands behind my back and push myself forward making a display of my tenting.
Eventually I clear through the crowd and make my way into the laundry closet. There are stacks of clean laundry and piles of dirty laundry in this closet. I sit on a stack of clean laundry and as I recline, I pull my t-shirt over my head and cannot see anything but the white light filtered through my t-shirt.
Blind, reclined and erect, I hear someone approach. I am pleased that they have noticed my situation I am even more pleased when they begin...
posted by GFK at 7:56 PM
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