What a dream.

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I hadn't realized I had fallen asleep.  Down here, sitting in my chair.  How long was I asleep?  Dreams can be fast, but doesn't the body need to feel secure, in order to dream?  When I woke, I definitely didn't feel secure.  So... maybe not.

A woman.  A question.  I sort of liked her, in... that way.  Not really reciprocated.  No matter.  That is the way it usually is.  Though not always until it is too late, for her?  Odd how that can often work.

Can I train her?  I... think she had this strange belief that I could... turn her into what for men is even a fiction.  I told her I could not.

I did tell her, I could show her a few things, and a few ways, and a give her the beginning for actual practical skills.  But... she would not compete with, probably, even the weaker of men.  Only if they didn't feel threatened and were simping for her, or such.  She could, possibly, beat other girls.  But... there is weight and reach classes that can only be exceeded with a combination of training, luck, and some other things.  Yes, luck really is a thing.  I wouldn't bet money on luck, but luck often follows the prepared.  Just... go that way, and do not count on it.

I... tried to find the basis for her want, or need.  But she would not give it.  Not a gorgeous girl, but a cute kitty.  Still, in the dream, this was what I would do, if I felt it right.  Without cause, I was not willing to arm the kitty.  She... tried... this... and even that.  But, without cause, I could not help her.  And she refused a defense of cause.  So I refused her.

Probably for the better.  I still think her... hopes... were far beyond a lifetime of study.  And her cause was not rational, wise, good.  Too bad, I wouldn't have minded spending some time with her.  I think I had a shot, even if she didn't.  Women don't know themselves well.  I could almost smell... victory.

No worries, I had another almost on the hook.  Back, at once, I... was just a fisher of women.  Not so much a keeper, in either way.  So it was, in the dream, again.

Oh, I know.  I dream I'm on the other team, while always swinging from home.  Sometimes... out of the park.  Strange, but... it's... how I do... sometimes.  I know what I like, and have enjoyed my life.  Strange as it might be.  I... quite enjoyed this dream.  I could have taught her to... lose with... a little grace?

Am... I awake?  Is... this part of my dream?  I... guess I'll find out soon enough?  Should I publish?  I... don't know.  Did I?