Last night, I wore headphones because my son is sleeping in the same room as I am. The results were some bizarre dreams.
In the first, I was a student of a master in The Arts, which in the dream meant magic, but not hocus pocus or Merlin type stuff. This was similar to Dresden and Dragonbone Chair "Arts". I'm not sure how to put it better than that. I'd worked with this master in a previous dream, it seemed, and an evil practitioner of The Arts was coming to destroy my master. The middle of the dream is now hazy, but the end is still crystal clear: I was trapped in a bed, unable to move, trying to scream out his name to warn him that the bad guy was there. All I could get out was a hoarse whisper. I tried screaming his name exactly three times and then I awoke, in my bed, breathless.
In the second dream, I was on a team like the one in the television drama Flashpoint. A SWAT team that emphasizes negotiation and peaceful solutions with the sniper ready to pull the trigger when needed. I was involved with a beautiful woman on the team, and we were dispatched on several missions during the dream, the last being on an ocean shoreline. We were to find someone, and rescue them. I awoke to my son stirring before the dream concluded, so I don't know what was to happen after that.
I've not had dreams this vivid in weeks.
Also, my attraction seems to be going in bizarre directions lately. In addition to the woman at work, a woman who I've not seen in years has re-entered my thoughts. Physically attractive, very intelligent, and crazier than a sack of rabid weasels. She's been a fetish model, a no-sex professional dominatrix, and general attention whore for as long as I've known her. Now I've got this impulse in me saying that if I ever get the chance, I should show her what she's been missing with me, not accepting any of her dominatrix stuff, and just give her a romp that she'll not soon forget.
This is nuts.
In the first, I was a student of a master in The Arts, which in the dream meant magic, but not hocus pocus or Merlin type stuff. This was similar to Dresden and Dragonbone Chair "Arts". I'm not sure how to put it better than that. I'd worked with this master in a previous dream, it seemed, and an evil practitioner of The Arts was coming to destroy my master. The middle of the dream is now hazy, but the end is still crystal clear: I was trapped in a bed, unable to move, trying to scream out his name to warn him that the bad guy was there. All I could get out was a hoarse whisper. I tried screaming his name exactly three times and then I awoke, in my bed, breathless.
In the second dream, I was on a team like the one in the television drama Flashpoint. A SWAT team that emphasizes negotiation and peaceful solutions with the sniper ready to pull the trigger when needed. I was involved with a beautiful woman on the team, and we were dispatched on several missions during the dream, the last being on an ocean shoreline. We were to find someone, and rescue them. I awoke to my son stirring before the dream concluded, so I don't know what was to happen after that.
I've not had dreams this vivid in weeks.
Also, my attraction seems to be going in bizarre directions lately. In addition to the woman at work, a woman who I've not seen in years has re-entered my thoughts. Physically attractive, very intelligent, and crazier than a sack of rabid weasels. She's been a fetish model, a no-sex professional dominatrix, and general attention whore for as long as I've known her. Now I've got this impulse in me saying that if I ever get the chance, I should show her what she's been missing with me, not accepting any of her dominatrix stuff, and just give her a romp that she'll not soon forget.
This is nuts.
Fear is a liar.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self. -- Ernest Hemingway
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self. -- Ernest Hemingway
