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The World Line of the Horizon Star

Some would say I was a lost man in a lost world


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Did anyone get the number of that auburn-haired succubus who zapped me out of a sound sleep?

What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

Tuesday night I had a spot of insomnia. I was awake until around 4:00 AM Wednesday morning. Last night I was pretty tired and I was messing around on my laptop and took off my glasses for a minute and conked out around eleven o'clock or so. I had a dream, or series of interconnected dreams, I'm not sure which it was. The details are pretty sketchy but it was composed of various scenes where I was going about the mundane business of a day. It wasn't my typical day or even my typical surroundings, but the kind of day I might have had if I were a character in some movie. I was in various establishments, taking care of various appointments and business, eating meals at restaraunts, etc. None of it was anything I recognize from my waking life.

There was one element that connected all these vignettes together, a very attractive woman with just-shy-of-shoulder-length light auburn-hair and hazel eyes whom I kept repeatedly encountering as the dream day progresses. She is nobody I recognize from waking life either, but in the dream I know her well, we are friends. I bump into her at a bus stop, later I have lunch with her in a restaraunt. The conversations keep getting friendlier and friendlier and flirtier and flirtier. Finally, I end up meeting her again in a mall, of all places. The conversation starts up with her telling me about the outfit she's just bought (and is presently wearing). The get-up is very sharp and very flattering and I tell her so. The flirtatious banter continues and I ask her to join me for dinner and she agrees. About this time, I notice something interesting and unusual in the architecture or the decor of the mall and I look up at it and point it out to her. Instead of looking where I'm pointing, she steps closer to me and embraces me. I can feel her body against me and the pressure of her arms. The dream has been steadily transitioning into a full lucidity, as my dreams often do, and I become conscious of my own dreaming. I bring my arm down from pointing and wrap it around her and pull her to me. I can smell her scent and feel the warmth of her as it wafts out of her blouse. All of a sudden, I feel her breath on my neck, followed by the tip of her nose, and then, of all things, her tongue. She gives me a lick, up the front of my throat just to the right of my adam's apple and it is unexpected and hits me like a pleasurable bolt of lightning.

I had one of those reactions that I rarely do in dreams where the sensation is so intense it causes me to wake up and react physically. To paraphrase a Star Wars character, I felt a disturbance in the force as if millions of nerves had suddenly cried out in pleasure and were now awake and partying. I had been previously lying on my side curled up and I uncoiled like sprung clockwork, kicking the blanket free, and I heard myself groan-shout as I woke up. Had anyone else been in the room I am sure they'd have thought I was having a coronary in my sleep, or a nightmare. I looked at my clock. It was 4:35 AM. Whee! That was fun. After composing myself, I went back to sleep but don't remember dreaming anymore.

Yeah, I know the gist of this one, even if it didn't come complete with the ending voiceover "full disclosure": "This dream has been an unpaid political message from the Libido Committee for the Advancement of Our Sex Life."
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Hahaha. Simply hygenic, that dream.

All right, my curiosity is fully piqued now...

Are you merely suggesting that it wasn't very dirty, as erotic dreams go, or are you meaning something more subtle into the bargain and which I confess to missing?

Re: All right, my curiosity is fully piqued now...

Dreams like this are nature's way of cleaning the pipes. It's for hygenic, or health reasons :)

Re: All right, my curiosity is fully piqued now...

Ah, so you would think. I, on the other hand, have never had a dream run all the way to orgasm in my life, not even as a teenager, although I did come close, once or twice. Alas, I always wake up first. If I want to clean the pipes I have to crank the pump by hand.

Re: All right, my curiosity is fully piqued now...

TMI! TMI! TMI! TMI!

On the other "hand", this is quite nice for the person that does your laundry.

Re: All right, my curiosity is fully piqued now...

After what you've written in your journal, and elsewhere, young lady, you berate me with "TMI"? Besides, you've been reading me for awhile now. Surely you cannot be that surprised at my candor.

As for my laundry, except for the years I was married, I've done my own since college. The ex-wife would have snickered and giggled had she encountered such an emissions control failure in my laundry.

What could be more shocking is the sense of deja vu if you actually meet her, and in similar circumstances.

It was fun! It would be a lovely case of deja vu indeed. The word alevei is Yiddish, and very applicable to this instance. It translates to something like: "It should happen to me!"

I'd say your interpretation is spot on.
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