May 02, 2003
It's been a weird week in dream-world, and if you ever looked into Acidman's cerebral cortex, you would understand why. It is warped and sick and misshapen and bent and all kinds of mean, nasty ugly things happen in there.
I dreamed about my father twice this past week, and he was angry with me both times. I think that he was telling me that I was about to marry the wrong kind of woman. He was right. He usually was.
I dreamed about a girlfriend that I haven't seen since high school. I haven't thought about her in 30 years. How did SHE get back in my dreams?
I dreamed that I was making love to a woman at work that I've never found particularly sexy. She looked and felt damned good in my dream. When I met her the next day, she didn't blush. Oh well, it was just me.
Wouldn't it be COOL if two people who aren't sexually connected at all shared the SAME EROTIC DREAM one night? Then met the next day? Wouldn't that be cool? Well, it didn't happen to me.
I had the same, recurring, getting downright boring dream about driving a 1968 Javelin with no brakes. I bounce off a few cars, get really worried about insurance, then I go sailing off a red-clay cliff in Athens, Georgia, where my old car becomes a convertable and I sail off into the air and fly like a bird as long as I hold my mouth right. The car crashes and burns, but that's not important. I am flying.
And I am flying off to bed now. Perchance to dream?
My mother calls 'em "data dumps." Things that aren't connected, get connected in your dreams. I don't believe in all the psychobabble bullshit. For the most part. However, maybe you're going to get lucky in the backseat of a '68 Javelin. Again. Heh.
My dad had a kick ass '68 Javelin. Woo!
Er, please tell me you don't date women who work where you work? My advice, don't date women who live within 500 yards of where you live. Don't date women who live within 500 yards of any relative that you like. Don't date any of the women who work at anyplace you don't want to give up. Libraries, book stores, liquor stores, college administration offices, etc.
Gee, your car crash dream has just jogged my memory. I had this dream last night that I crashed my car and lost some of my fingers. It's funny the sense of relief you feel when you wake up and realise that you do still have your fingers.
If I hadn't read your post I never ever would have remembered this. I wonder what else I dreamed about.
TOAD.....he's already dated and married one woman he worked with AND "dated" the woman across the street.
Rob, it's something in the air. All my dreams this week have been pretty fucking bizarre. I started drinking.....harder.
I've had the one where you dream of someone you work with that you never even THOUGHT about in that way. And it is REALLY hot.
Then, you see them the next day, and they are the same sleazy sales brokers you despise.
But you still get to have the "I know something you don"t know" over them.
I like to tell women at work "I dreamed about you last night. You are a freaking wildcat" then walk away. Just under the harassment radar, and it gets them to thinking maybe they ARE a wildcat.
Er, I was trying to be sublte and gentle. He is such an obviously sensitive soul who might withdraw into seclusion if you even hinted at a criticism of something as personal as his romantic style and relationships.
Bah, TOAD. I KNOW his romantic style and relationship schemes. I can say these things.
Bring on the porn, Rob!