Sex in the streets

 

Wow. I had a very explicit sexual dream involving Lesa last night. It began with some kind of meeting we where I was finally going to get to see her. There weren’t any expectations on my part, because all of what had happened in real life had also happened in the dream. I was done being heartbroken and pissed and was just glad to see her as a friend. 

 

We were walking along a busy street and saying our introductory greetings as we stopped at a crosswalk. I grabbed her hand and we crossed the street. We held hands for a minute and I told her, “We have a lot of catching up to do.”

We stopped I the middle of the street and began hugging the longest hug imaginable, with full groping and body contact. I said something about potential sleeping arrangements, whereupon she said, “Well, you know me. And what I like to do.” 

 

And as quick as that we were on each other like two cats engaged in recreational play. Clothes were off, bodies were positioned and there were body parts in each other’s faces and mouths. I was surprisingly able to withstand the intense pleasure without succumbing to, well, you know, succumbing.

As a crowd was gathering around, we decided it was best to disengage and perhaps find a little more private venue. We hurried past a bus stop and I greeted the bystanders like a rock star on a comeback tour, “Thank you. I’m kinda new at this, if you’ll bear with me folks. Thank you. Coming through. It’s been a while, you understand.”

(I don’t know what happened after that because I woke up briefly and then went back to sleep, as you can imagine I might for sure want to do.)

 

Lesa was gone. 

 

I was going to check into a hotel room, but I had no cash on me. Just a duffel bag with some weed in it and a stray cat that someone had given me to look after. I was searching for an envelope, which I thought Lesa had given me, with cash in it, but it just contained more weed.

I was trying to keep the landlady from finding out I was broke and briefly considered offering to pay with the weed. But I looked at the condition of the baggies, and it didn’t appear I had enough, or good enough quality weed to cover it. I was still carrying the cat around, and the landlady and her husband spied it. The landlady, fortunately, was a cat person. 

 

I began telling her about how I wound up with the cat and asked if I could be excused for a minute to go to an ATM to get cash for the room. I wasn’t sure how it was going to work out, but she seemed to like the cat almost enough to let the whole payment thing slide.

Then I woke up to no internet again. Whatever could that be about, my lovely LED inhabiting Sharon?

**Post Script

Of course, what it was about was my internet provider had a massive outage in my area and this most likely caused my problems yesterday and then again today, when it finally reached its peak and took out most of Loma Rica, Browns Valley and Bangor. I can’t be personalizing an outage this big, so, sorry Sharon. 

In addition to this update, I may as well mention that I decided to message Lesa just to tell her I had a dirty dream about her. 

 

I am trying to not get excited or attached in any way, so I’m treating her like any other friend with whom I could confide these types of things. We are past the weird stage and are in some kind of post/almost/once upon a time/never again to be stage. 

 

Now I’m free not to give a shit, in other words. 

 

I’m not impressing her or insulting her, just informing her. I don’t have the same feelings for her during my waking hours, but my body has different thoughts while I’m asleep, apparently.