Dream lover

 

**content advisory--may include adult themes and implicit content which could become explicit content if you use your dirty, filthy imagination**

If I'm going to be consistent in cataloging my dreams, this one goes in the category of explicit sex dreams. Remember, in dreams you get a free pass and can do whatever you like without guilt. Go ahead and sue me for enjoying it. If this kind of content is too racy or offends your sensibilities, I suggest you tune out now. But of course you won't, now, will you? I've only made it that much more tantalizing.

I've dreamed of this person before. We went to high school together. She was a very attractive blonde punk that had short hair and may have worn braces for a time. Whatever the case, her teeth are perfectly straight now, and the braces never detracted from the schoolboy crush that I had on her at the time. To be honest, if you were female and even just spoke to me during those years there was a good chance I'd develop one of those crushes on you. Hormones.

In real life we were fairly good friends, but nothing ever happened between us (to my disappointment). We were both dating different people, if you can call what I was doing dating. I called it being a big ol' slut. We went to parties and punk gigs and hung around the same circle of friends. At one point, after high school, we even considered getting an apartment together with one of her girlfriends, Anne. That's one derailed timeline that I still wonder about. What would have happened had the apartment manager not prevented our "Three's Company" scenario from becoming a reality?

I better get to the dream pretty soon, I'm already forgetting details. I'll mention that my prior dream of her was recent, within the last year. That was a nice dream, too. We were lying next to one another, looking in each other's eyes and engaged in a full body hug. The kind that makes you feel completely alive and fills you with energy right down to your toes. Where you are fully wrapped around and entwined with them, feeling every nuance. I was pretty happy with that dream because I really could have used one of those hugs at the time. I still could.

So, last night I was in some situation where the arrangement was that I was to be sleeping with her. I'm using the term in its most literal, basic sense. Blankets, sheets, bedding--I was responsible for creating the atmosphere to make for a nice comfy night's sleep. I was enjoying the job of putting pillows under her head and various aspects of getting ready for bed, up to and including picking out her nightwear (or removing it).

The dream lost its "R" rating at that point, but I wouldn't say it was a complete porno. I did begin, ahem, doing things to her, which she didn't protest. Licking and biting various body parts, I was thrilled with the idea that this was "finally gonna happen." Of course that only guaranteed that I would wake up before it did. But, as in the body hug dream, I was most enchanted by the feeling I got from running my fingers along her vertebrae. It was perfection, making the other, more gratuitous acts seem almost unnecessary.

Now I'm having scheming thoughts as to how I might arrange to get my fingers around her back, however innocently, in real life. Would the pleasure I would get from a simple hug be embarrassingly obvious? Have I finally achieved "dirty old man" status? Perhaps, I could warn her in advance that if she hugs me, I might really enjoy it. Kind of a pre-hug disclaimer. Maybe put it on a t-shirt with my mug shot, "Don't hug this guy, he might like it."

I don't think Sharon would mind. When I had the first dream, I felt that somehow she was responsible for directing the content. I don't know how, but I feel that she is able to use people, in dreams and in real life, like temporary avatars, to communicate her wishes to me. And I think she wants for me to feel these things again.