Dreams.

before i went to bed last night, i demanded my subconscience to stop making [sexually-oriented] dreams about a specific person who was in my life from way back in my child↕hood.

i long-ago tired of encountering him there in such a way, so many times a month, for all these years.

(i am telling my subconscience now to employ his image in a more constructive manner, in our future.)

for many reasons, i was never intimate with that guy.

(for many other reasons, i will not ever be intimate with him.)

(it might be one of my subconscience's greatest regrets, that such is the case.

i did have A Bond with this person, after all.

but it's just going to have to get over that.)

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cloyingly, my subconscience only rarely allowed me, (or whosever perspective it was i had been assuming), [to enjoy] the briefest of moments of actual contact with him.

when it wasn't "regalying" me as such, my S.C. was:

• letting the other "interested party" (who, in real life, ostensibly had more rights to him than I, anyway) either intercede or interrupt before i could enjoy his naked form

or, otherwise,

• always lining it up so that The Good Part would, almost without fail, coïncide with my ever-vigilant Conscious's determining that it absolutely had to wake me up because of my body's wanting to execute a specific Biological Function.

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you might be able to guess at some of the reasons i had desired all of this teasing stop.

i honestly have no use for that.

...

:-).

thus far, my range of Dream Subjects has been pretty limited.

not-withstanding-that, there are some things i wish for my Inner Recess to leave alone.

nothing can come of its semi-perpetual_prodding at that sore spot, besides leaving me with more frustration and anger.

disappointment.

unrequited [----].

(i would have presumed i was above letting the content of my brain's Slumber Movies be influenced by the status of my bladder, at the very least.)

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<shrug>

my sub-conscience had prepared a few "select" rebuttals for my own consideration, too, yesterday morning (i started this entry late sunday night and it is now monday morning, by-the-way).

i had three seperate dreams.

(maybe four.)

if memory serves, all dreams had a dog as a recurring main star.

the most memorable was the portion of one of these vignettes where this particular dog (owned by another guy who i "know") had actually chomped down on my testicles (i think, because, i had been fucking with it), thereby forcing My Conscious to do its own intervening.

that sequence was realistic enough for my conscience to actually believe the injury was inflicted.

when i performed a standard Mind/Eye Scan of the affected area, i hadn't noted remnants or traces of anything that might have happened there which should have influenced my dream in such a way.

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as we can see, my S.C. has jokes of its own.

but that's cool.

i believe i might be able to bend it to my will, some more.

those dreams where i levitate or fly (using chi) are always nice.

especially when i combine those powers with some of my fancy foote↕worke.

i ... had ***A Dream.***

´a pretty unfortunate dream.

´one with the ostensive-consequence of me waking-up with a throbbing erection^{(♫-1), (♫-2)}, to boot.

i'm just going to divulge the details about this Dream that i feel you, at the moment, should know.

me and [????] found ourselves simply hanging out, walking through a certain, common↕place Shopping Venue(♫-3) together ─ as how Friendly Acquaintances normally would.

apparently i had been very reluctant to tell this big fucker i wanted to Be Intimate with him but, i guess, i finally figured closed mouths don't get fed so i swallowed ... my pride, went ahead, and told him my Desire.

Surprisingly, he wasn't shocked or offended by my revelation; rather, he: picked me up from behind, bear-hug_style, in his... ...BIG STRONG ARMS; grabbed my hard dick, for just a moment(♫-4); and then, (i think), told me he was considering letting himself indulge me ─ if not, at least, just a little.

it is self-evidently_sufficient for me to say to y'all that My Heart jumped when Dave Batista actually agreed to even that much ... but i really liked that part where my subconscience allowed me a simulation of what it'd be like to get affectionately/playfully-man↕handled ... by such a manly-man.

:-\

which makes It all-the-more cruel.....
.....´though i don't fore↕see my ever getting a sudden-feeling that i will want or need to be fucked or, even, dominated/[``]abused[´´] in any [other {major}] way, just because i am a bit on the short side ... well, there is, still, something pretty-fuckin'-nice about having a Big Butch Bloake^(♫-5) want to strong-arm me like that: to feel his Warm, Soft, Supple Flesh against my own...

...

...and i have not been experiencing either of Those Sensations often enough, at all.

~↕↕~

oh well.



happy new year, Fuckers.

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(♫-1) (and i don't believe It had anything to do with a Full Bladder either.)
(♫-2) (additionally, i am not a Wet Dreamer: probably because my subconscience wouldn't allow such a thing, anyway.)
(♫-3) (one that, {albeit usually in different incarnations ─ although always in the same location}, quite often has appeared in These Dreams of Mine.)
(♫-4) (which is all that My Subconscience would probably ever allow me, i am reckoning; incidentally, this gropage of His felt very life-like, indeed.)
(♫-5) (3-hit Standard Alliteration-combo: +2,008 Kudos bonus points; +11 Style Points