After a few days of dreaming of cub velociraptors loose in a petting zoo (am not even joking) and people being sick with Covid, finally a good dream for a change!
I've mentioned how my brain looooves splaying tricks on me, right? How in the micro-millisecond between the time my senses pick on something and the brain analyses it, a part of my cortex forces possible alternatives right to the front: a Rolodex of horrific images and warnings. It only lasts a heartbeat, but it is designed to freak me out completely. Last night example, as Lyra and I were walking down the town square - which is slightly declined, so like a pleasant wide ramp and there was almost no people - it was already dark (to combat light pollution city lights are very dim.) I see something wildly bizarre crawling at some speed towards me, maybe about 30 cm high but about a meter wide, using four limbs to push forth, like a weird insistent spider. My brain screams: OMG it's a creature from the Thing!!
Er ... no. It's a small kid lying flat on his skateboard, pushing himself up the slope with hands and feet, playing. But thank you, brain. I needed that blood pressure jolt.
It's been a long day, rather melancholy, as of course there's no way you can have a puppy for three days and not fall madly in love with it. Fuck but he was awesome. (I gave him to a young family with a country house and small kids). I keep seeing him everywhere, the idiotic bundle of enthusiasm, following me on every step, usually pulling on my shoe lace. It's really hard to poo when a puppy is biting your toes, just so you know. We've gotten rather good at walking on a leash, with Lyra leading, even if most his energy went for chasing dry leaves as they tumbled in the wind. The moment he wore out and I stopped anywhere, outdoors or indoors, he just gave the long heavy puppy sigh and passed out on my feet. That sigh, by the way, actually relaxes and settles your whole body, so now I'm doing it as well, after I lye down.
It's gotten a tad warmer, too, tonight, so, to cheer me up, brain gave me an Owen Grey dream - he's the ugly porn star with a spectacular dick I'm a fan of on Pornhub. In the dream he's this tall thin slimy-looking rogue, wearing all black, except for the inside of his jacket which is an odd pepita dull beige dull brown pattern, that makes him virtually invisible in a forest environment. We're standing on the edge of a dangerous, steep woods, with time to kill. We seem to be some kind of assassins or something. I propose we play-hunt and if we catch anything, it'll be a nice lunch, but if we don't, we can just fuck. The General's bought me a hunting knife recently, so I had that in the dream. And so, me in lead, we parkoured, jumped, slid, climbed, bounced and swung alongside the crumbling terrain, for the better part of the dream. It was great. I was good at it and had no desire to impress, which made me the boss. Plus, getting a guy hard at the very beginning is an excellent way to ensure no animals are harmed during a hunt :D
Ultimately we had to climb up to the lege and interrupted some farmyard dog and drew the attention of the people, but even though we were muddy, we just amenably pretended to be looking for mushrooms. The farm woman gave us tips and her two sons, who were working on an old car, were sort of wrestling, wearing no shirts, sweaty and very large and handsome-looking. (It was a VERY nice dream.) The Grey rogue character and I made fast return to the woods, because we were both getting wildly horny by then, and started with oral, although by then I was shivering with pleasure and woke up, alarm sounding off a minute later. Pity the General has to go to work at 5 this week (consequently leaving the alarm as late as humanly possible, down to a minute, alas.). I'd have loved to tell him about this dream I just had.
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