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Awake at Midnight

21 Wednesday Aug 2019

Posted by David in Love and stuff, Relationships

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#Carnal Relations, Dreams, sleep

Sexual Content. Be Advised.

I was so tired last evening, I went to bed at 8:30. I slept for four hours, had a dream in which I spanked J, her skirt raised, she was wearing pantyhose, nothing else, and in the dream, I did not feel like rolling them down to expose her naked buttocks. This is pretty explicit, as far as my dreaming goes, The spanking took place in my old apartment, where we first made love.

So thoughts are bubbling up. That I went up early means something. That I was with her, rather than downstairs channel-surfing YouTube, is the other main point.

Talking about sex is still the Mount Everest of our marriage. We have to climb that mountain together. The big deal for me now is I have to not be nice. Talk about climbing Mt Everest!

Dreams

13 Tuesday Aug 2019

Posted by David in Uncategorized

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I went to bed at Midnight. I had nearly six hours sleep, which is extraordinary for me. I remembered three of my dreams.

  1. I dreamt I found a box of paper ephemera and photographs from English people who lived in India during the Raj. The papers consisted of symphony programs, bulletins, various items. They were all autographed by the attendees, now long dead. Obscure members of The Royal Family were remembered in photographs.
  2. I dreamt that a woman I had a major crush on when I was in my thirties came back to Richmond to visit. At that time, I was married to wife #2. We made love one night. It was sweet. And it was the only time we ever had an opportunity to get together. In the dream, we were making plans to reunite when I woke up. My issue in the dream as I awakened was to how to let her know of my location so we could meet up.
  3. The third dream was about fixing up a house I lived in from 1962 to 1974. We were going fix it up to sell. It was smallish so entertaining would be a challenge. We could probably only accomodate the President and First Lady and none of the cabinet should they come by. I specifically thought of President Trump and Melania. My wife was none too happy about The Donald dropping by.

So there. I woke up, fixed J’s lunch, wrote this post and finished just as train #174 pulled into Ashland on the way to Washington and New York.

Yesterday, at dinner, I told J I was thinking about going back to work, so she could retire or maybe work less. Most of the piles of crap in the house are hers. They include old client files from when J had an accounting practice. This is important because the house is a hoarder’s paradise. We want to organize and remodel the house to make it livable and welcoming, maybe not to Donald and Melania though.

It’s going to be a beautiful day.

Last night I went swimming, did OK, swam a little over a mile. I came home fixed a pot of decaf and did a load of laundry. J told me how touched she was that I would consider going back to work. We’ll see how this develops.

Desire

01 Tuesday Jan 2019

Posted by David in Erotic Writing, Sexuality

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Dreams

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I imagine her energetic, for a change, and curious as to how such a touch would feel. Or if the tales of excitement, arousal, play are real for everyone.

Maybe we could sleep nude. And my hands will wander, for sure. Can life and love begin anew? Hard again and thrusting.

Slowly, slowly. Awaken now. Tempus fugit.

Sleepers Awake? Gladly!

03 Friday Mar 2017

Posted by David in Gentrification

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I never imagined I would have a nightmare wherein my smartphone disintegrated and I lost my shoes. Richmond has a lot of old neighborhoods; many in various states of gentrification. I imagined a neighborhood with artists, and restored movie theatres and houses being rehabilitated.  There was a street festival in progress and I found myself near an old tobacco factory that had been turned into something else. I got lost. There were people appearing from earlier in my life, sleeping in strange rooming houses and the festival going on and a Greek restaurant nearby.  I tried to call Mrs CorC?.  It was here that my phone literally fell apart. I had old bosses appearing, promoting products, and we needed passes to get somewhere.  I noticed my shoes were missing and I needed help retrieving them. While we were waiting for an Amtrak train to stop, I woke up.

It wasn’t a horrible dream, just confusing. Am I supposed to spend the rest of the day figuring it out?  But there’s other stuff to do; AA, swimming at the Y, finding some fish to fix tonight.

Mrs CorC? had a conference call this morning. I teased her that it was about having too many conference calls. Every time she has a conference call, I thank God I am retired.

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