Guinea hens on my roof

I dreamed of Rienna last night. I don't know why that would happen. I've been specifically putting in requests for Lesa dreams. I haven't really even thought of Rienna much lately, since I felt snubbed by her for canceling our meetup in July. Regardless, I dreamed we met somewhere and it was awkward at first, as I was unsure of what to do. I made an unmistakable subtle touch of her hand, and we wound up holding hands and exchanging some caresses. 

I kept having the feeling that this was not exactly going according to script. She shouldn't be there and I shouldn't be holding her hand. There was another hand, somewhere else, that I was pledged to be holding, but here I was, being a hand slut with her. I actually had the conflicted thought in my head, "Maybe I'll hold both of these girls hands and just not tell the other."

I never got to the other hand, or the other girl, who failed to materialize in the dream. I'm not even sure it was Lesa. It really seemed to be Lori, my forever penpal of squirrel's club fame. (Ha! I'm just reporting the facts here, no comments or judgments from the peanut gallery!)

 

So, there I was, kind of wandering around a town I was not quite familiar with, Rienna as my companion. She said a person who I knew from the past wanted to debate me again on the subject of love. I was reluctant at first.

"I hate debates," I told her. I really do.

"You won't hate this one. I'll schedule it. It's with so and so,” she said. The name eludes me, but it was an East Indian fellow, whom I'd presumably debated before.

"Oh, in that case, yes," I actually felt excited as I agreed to another debate with Parminder, Parcheezie, whatever his name was.

With that in the works we had nothing but time to kill, so we sat down and Rienna started playing some X-Box game. It had to do with little animals on a roof and you had to direct their movements with the familiar controller. 

She was just figuring out the movements, but I just had to jump in and grab another controller and enter the game. I wasn't sure I could do it without interrupting her game, but whatever, there I was inserting myself into the action.

That's about where it ended as I awoke to the sound of guinea hens traipsing across my roof. I am too cold to get up and try to chase them off. Plus, I'm not sure what strategy is going to work. They have the defensible ground. I'd have to get up there with them and bring my big, scary umbrella and perform the flapping ritual, which always seems to send the scurrying off in a jiffy.

Well, that's handy. I've been without power for 4 days. I'm unshowered, and lying here with my laptop for warmth as well as for my backup device for journaling. I have been using it for composing my daily communiques with Lesa, who by now has become my online girlfriend. 

Things have come so far in the last 2-3 weeks, it's astounding. We've gone from "Hello, old friend" to "I love you," with all sorts of emojis and steamy good night wishes thrown in along the way. I'm in the midst of my own star-crossed lovers fantasy story involving me, the girl I dated in high school and the obstacles which are keeping us from consummating our newly rekindled affections.

I haven't been blogging about it because I've been using 99 percent of my CPU capacity messaging back and forth with her. Even if I have to fire up the generator at odd hours to send messages, I will do it. I don't have enough food that is anywhere near the spoilage point, so I know it is simply my own exuberant obsession that makes me do it. 

I'm smitten, struck with the love bug and I won't make any excuses or explanations for it. I feel what I feel and this is what I feel, although the fact that she's reciprocating my sentiments makes it all quite unreal and dreamlike.

So, for now I'll curtail the journaling, except to record random dream entries, faithfully, and unrevised, even though the contents may be incongruent with my rational mind or my current state of affairs in the hand holding department.