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No, not an associated thing. I had been dreaming. A woman I spoke with recently, discussing how women take little bites or sips of things men order. Whether a part of our meal or desert. I don't think she liked that she had been called out. If that truly isn't so much the point of it. I have noted before, women are thieves, of sorts. Family, such as mother and sister, but definitely loves. Just a little, they will say, as they taste. They only do it with some men, though will push it if they are dearly curious. Some men are much more approachable, others are more in demand. To take is to give. No, nothing, necessarily, of... well... it can be platonic or romantic or simply of great curiosity. I wasn't laughing at the dear lady who spotted a touch of her husband's, her man's, desert. I fear she may have taken it as such though. Still, laugh I did, and am. I'm not sure why women feel so guilty, or cornered, or something, when this nature is revealed. And so often they attempt to deny it. Reminds me of the woman who touched the cloak Jesus was wearing. There... is something to that connection, if it isn't complete, full, whole. There, to me, is a spot of humor in both as well. That was the cause of the grin.
The cause of the pain? Have you ever waken to the world feeling as if you were on some sort of slant? Say, ten or fifteen degrees off level horizon? Yeah, well, I woke with that sensation. And, either because of it, or it was caused by something which then caused what created the pain, I woke disjointed. It seems, because I sensed the level plain was other than it was, and I attempted to find the level plain in which to sleep, I... put my body/back/neck/etcetera out. No big deal, I'll fit back together soon enough.
Hmm, I also dreamed I was back in a college aged community. It wasn't actually college, merely everyone around was of that age. Yeah, I was thought of as a parent type, until they realized that wasn't the case. I fit in well enough that, at some point, they simply stopped seeing me as a parent type. Gaming, studying, chasing around. Brassy and foolish enough to get caught by dames in my underwear, trying to do some traveling the lazy way. Women love to embarrass men. Oh, nothing bad, or good, happened. Just... life, from another age.
Isn't it funny? In one time or place some things would be terribly embarrassing. And yet, in just a short bit of time, if a change happens, what was embarrassing becomes commonplace? At least within certain parameters? When your wife sees you in underwear, for example, at least when you realize it's okay and life just forces the issue, it becomes nothing. Then it becomes nice, because then you know you are familiar, and home, and with a woman. The answers to equations written, most likely, before any sun lit any sky, becomes apparent. I'm not sure how it works with women, but I think, for them, it is getting just a touch of our desserts, meals, life. Yes, I think so. Didn't think the dreams were related until just now.
Later.
"Hmm, I also dreamed I was back in a college aged community. It wasn't actually college, merely everyone around was of that age."
ReplyDeleteAlways an interesting experience when that happens to me. Unlike my "high school dream" visits, my college visits have never seem to involve attending classes. And the campus is an amalgamation of all the campuses I've had experience with (only with more hills, and some interesting sculpture scattered here and there). The "campus" is also connected to several hotels (again: amalgamations of the various hotels I've visited while attending conventions), and they feature a very long service tunnel which leads far off campus.
The campus library also has a large comic book collection, only it's very disorganized (loose issues stuffed into a series of shelves).
The only thing two things which match, though not just in "college" dreams are statues, but more importantly (and also in other dreams) long service tunnels. I have those in many dreams. When you mentioned it I realized it. Both for security (escapewise), and to go other places. Statues? Because I like them.
ReplyDeleteAs to highschool,I am almost never in class in those either, so not sure if that is a difference one way or similarity the other. While sex dreams are rare, sensual dreams aren't so rare. I am surprised how few of my school dreams have even the latter. The former is never involved. Which historically doesn't make much sense. This time, though, there was a lot of sensuality. The women initially thought I was too old and I told them to blow off, really wasn't all that interested. Then they got used to me just as me and, well... It ended up that there was a lot of flirtation. Nothing more but not bad. Actually, as I think back on life, it's how I would rather it more often had gone. Just flirting and... well... enjoying that. Sex is fine, it's just better in marriage if that all works out. Better.