Don’t you just love those mornings when you wake with a smile on your face and a delicious feeling inside- the kind that follows a dream about a luscious meal and scorching sex? Oh, my. I feel fabulous this morning.
However, my dreamland is a far more adventurous, life-affirming place than my reality. I don’t think that’s how it should be. The amazing sex and divine fare should be my reality and I should dream about doing my taxes or something similarly boring. I’ve been putting off pleasure for far too long, focusing solely on my kids and neglecting my own needs. I feel myself slowly awakening from my monotonous life (and I have the seams from a softball embedded into my knee to prove it), but I crave a jolt that will snap me out of my own skin.
Am I making sense here or is this mere babble?
Moving along a parallel thread, lately my mind is magnetized to an old friend. I’m not sure why. Little things trigger the process: a mention of the city in which he lives, an article regarding a county he’s currently in, the release of an album by a music artist he really likes. Of course, once you have someone/something on your mind, your brain searches for connections everywhere, with or without your conscious approval of the process. I don’t know the reason behind the why him, and maybe there isn’t one. Maybe some part of me deep down wishes there was a “why” however unrealistic.
Then again, why must I always be “realistic” about life. It’s time more dreams came true.
Especially last night’s dream.