Tag: sleep

a dream I had about a co-worker pretending to steal my money

I’d just put a dime in some sort of vending machine to buy some sort of newspaper I was planning to write or make videos for. It cost just a penny, so my change; what should’ve been a nickel and four pennies but seemed like nine pennies; landed in the little coin dispenser.

A co-worker; a girl who looked like a cuter version of Joanna Jędrzejczyk; stood in front of me; the exit door to a bright sunny day was just a few feet ahead; grabbed the coins before I had a chance to. She did it playfully, with a smile, pretending to steal my money.

“If I had a chance to clean it,” I said, “I would’ve snatched it right out of your hand.” I was known as somewhat of a germaphobe; I usually wore gloves, cleaned a lot and do disinfect my coins in real life; but she didn’t really laugh. She just continued to smile at me in a flirty way.

If she wanted me sexually, the feeling was mutual. If it was romanced she desired, we could’ve worked that out too. She wasn’t exactly my type, but she fit the criteria of being light-skinned; she was Polish or something; thin and short enough. Her face was just okay.

2026 May 06

a dream I had about reserving a new apartment

I’d finally made up my mind to reserve my new apartment. I was already living there, in what seemed like a fairly upscale gated community of sorts, but the whole complex was being rebuilt. I walked, from who knows where, along the far end past huge piles of what looked like fresh soil; what was to be the foundation of our homes; as construction workers paved it down for other units.

It was daytime, probably in the afternoon, as I made my way to what I assume was the leasing office. There was a sense of urgency; I walked briskly; because I didn’t want someone to reserve my new unit before I had a chance. That would mean that once my lease was up, I’d have to find a whole new place to live instead of being able to simply walk my stuff over to the new apartment.

They were building new units, but it seemed we were somehow able to stay in the old ones until ours were complete. I contemplated asking a worker how long a unit takes to built. “I know it depends,” I would’ve phrased it as some units were bigger and more extravagant (expensive) than others, “but about how long does the average unit take to complete?” I just wanted a rough estimate.

I never asked though. The workers looked busy and I wanted to reserve my new unit as soon as possible. Still, after walking along what seemed like the west and then south side of the complex toward my current (old) unit; the new one was going to be built just a short walk away; I decided to stop there. I had to pass it anyway on my way to the leasing office from wherever I was walking.

I stayed in “407”. At least that’s what it said on my door. I was inside at this point, in the shared kitchen area. There were other people there; I remember a blondish-haired girl; walking around, probably cooking and stuff. From the outside, the units seemed independent like normal apartments. On the inside, it was more like a college-style dorm with several private rooms in each unit.

My room was on the highest; it looked like the third; floor beside two other rooms. There was a single room underneath and likely more on the first floor apart from the kitchen. I would’ve hated such living conditions in real life because even if we had private kitchenettes and bathrooms in our rooms, you had to walk thru the unit, past other people if they were there, to enter and exit.

Perhaps the excitement of reserving a new unit meant I’d have a lot more privacy if not the whole place to myself. That’s the only thing that would’ve made sense. Having to walk past and inevitably converse with people as I entered and exited my room would’ve been a nightmare and surely not all my neighbors could’ve been attractive blondish-haired girls I’d be looking to have sex with.

2025 November 22

a dream I had about bringing a gun to school

I don’t remember what I had to visit my old high or middle school for, but, whatever it was, it seemed to require me to have a locker. I’d gotten a temporary combination from the main office; I remember reading the numbers from a little piece of paper while kneeling at the low locker; after signing in.

It was all legit, meaning I hadn’t snuck in like I’d done in previous dreams and wasn’t worried about going to jail; that is until I realized, with sudden panic, that I had my gun on me. The little pistol I keep in my left pocket was there in my left pocket. I’d apparently forgotten to leave it in the car.

I don’t know whether or not I’d already done what I came to do, but it didn’t matter. My only concern was to leave as quick as possible without being caught. So I locked the locker, which seemed to be on the second floor, and headed downstairs. I tried to walk at a normal pace as to not cause any suspicious.

Though it’s legal to own and carry a gun where I live, there are some exceptions; high schools and middle schools being the most serious among them. I wondered how I’d gotten in pass the metal detectors; maybe they weren’t working; and was quite concerned that I’d trigger one on the way out.

The place was built like my real-life middle school and, after looking around for security guards, I left on what would’ve been the southeast exit near the bottom of the parking lot. With an immediate sense of relief, I turned northwest on the front walkway, blending in with the massive crowd of kids.

I saw Morrell and said something to him about my teacher being absent and having to go to the other side of the building for class. At that point I was telling the truth as the dream went from me visiting what seemed like my old middle school as an adult to actually attending my old high school as a teen.

2025 November 21

LL Cool J or The Notorious BIG : Whose Going Back To Cali song is better?

LL Cool J or The Notorious BIG : Whose Going Back To Cali song is better? LL Cool J or The Notorious BIG : Whose Going Back To Cali song is better?

The prelude call on the Notorious BIG version, which goes over a minute, is unnecessary if not a bit annoying, but the beat bangs. I love the snares. The LL Cool J beat, produced and enhanced with scratches by Rick Rubin, is notable/unique in its own right. It’s one of hip-hop’s Coolest songs in the chic sense of the term and has a better chorus section.

my vote : LL Cool J

a dream I had about a girl I like making me a plate of food

Her red feet were the main thing I noticed when I returned from wherever I’d been the past few hours. I saw her on my walk there. She was just setting up her mini restaurant; a food truck of sorts at which customers could sit and eat under an umbrella roof. By the time I returned, it had just closed and she was sweeping the street.

I greeted her and asked how it went. She was apparently new to the gig. It may have even been her first day. She smiled; she’s one of my all-time favorite cuties; and said it went very well. I was genuinely happy for her. Her new business; I think it was Cuban or Columbian food; was evidently a success. I could tell she was exhausted though.

That goes back to her feet. She was wearing sandals and I could see just from looking down at them that the soles were red (pink) and probably sore. I desperately wanted to rub them; not just to make her feel better but for my own romantic and sexual desires. She’s one of the biggest crushes I ever had. She knew I had one on her but not how big.

She was also sweaty; it was a hot day in Florida; and breathing heavy from all the cleaning, which only turned me on more. If we weren’t standing out there on a public, albeit nearly empty, street; I think there was one man, perhaps a remaining police officer, standing near; I might’ve proposed my foot massage right then and there.

Instead she offered to make me a plate. I wasn’t particularly hungry, don’t like eating around people and didn’t want her to have to work any more than she’d already had, so I politely declined, but she sort of insisted on it. She started to walk me over to her food truck thingy. She obviously wanted me to try it, so I decided not to put up a fight.

She sat me at a table if you can call it that. The cramped umbrella roof area; the only place to sit if you didn’t already have a festival chair; couldn’t have fit more than a few people at a time. At this time, since she’d technically closed, I was the only one as she began to prepare my plate. Whatever it was, I was going to enjoy it coming from her.

2025 September 28

G Fuel Energy Drink : Dream Demon

G Fuel Energy Drink : Dream Demon

What A Nightmare On Elm Street has to do with beverages may be initially confusing, but consuming an Energy Drink to stay awake does make for a clever connection. Too bad the name seems to negate that fact by putting the emphasis on the Dream Demon Freddy Krueger himself. Don’t Sleep would’ve been better. The indistinct flavor is described as “tart fruit punch”.

my rating : 3 of 5

a dream I had about a girl masturbating on the phone

I was on the phone with a co-worker named Courtney. It was our first time talking on the phone, so we must’ve recently exchanged numbers. Perhaps that was my way of making up for what I did earlier that day or days earlier. I walked past and insulted her as a joke. She got upset; not mad but sad; which made me feel bad.

I knew she liked me in a romantical crush sort of way; she made it about as obvious as she could without actually saying it; but I didn’t feel the same about her. She was okay-looking; not attractive enough to be seen in public dating or anything like that but certainly attractive enough to have (secret) sex with if it came down to it.

It was just a normal phone conversation until she started breathing heavy. I thought it was because she was walking around, doing stuff around the house or getting ready for bed. It was dark outside, so it had to be late evening or early nighttime. The breathing started to turn me on even as we talked. Then she stopped talking.

The breathing continued, gradually becoming more pronounced, but she was no longer responding to my comments or questions. “What are you doing,” I might’ve asked, but she just kept on breathing. I thought maybe she fell asleep until she began to moan. It quickly crescendoed into what sounded like a powerful orgasm.

It was a hell of a surprise to me. We hadn’t been talking about sex or anything and she didn’t say anything to prepare me for it. She just did it. If the goal was to impress me, it worked. “Did you just do what I think you did,” I might’ve phrased it, “I didn’t know you had it in you.” My only regret was that I didn’t have time to record it.

2025 August 30

a dream I had about a girl I liked and driving to a grocery store

I’d been talking with a girl. I don’t know where we were, perhaps our college campus. It did sort of seem like Wayne State University, though later thoughts of driving to Walmart suggest we were more likely in Florida. Whatever the state or class subjects, there was romantic chemistry in the air.

We weren’t what people call boyfriend and girlfriend; just friendly acquaintances; but she did seem to have a crush on me as I kind of did on her. She was attractive enough; a slim girl with somewhat of a cute face and a skin tone about the color of mine. She also had what seemed to be a nice personality.

We were walking together, leaving campus or wherever we were for the day. It seemed the conversation was heading to the possibility of hooking up later to hang out or maybe even go on an impromptu date, but then it started to rain, which sent us scurrying off in separate directions to our cars.

I think she’d given me her phone number, so it wasn’t necessarily goodbye for the day. I remember thinking of calling or texting her but not wanting to seem more into her than she seemed to be into me. If she had my phone number, I probably would’ve waited to see if she would contact me first.

The next thing I remember is driving in the rain on a multi-laned street with traffic going both ways. I really enjoyed the drive, at least it seems in hindsight, perhaps only because of what just happened with the girl. I wasn’t in love or anything; her skin wasn’t as light as I normally go for; but I liked her.

That’s when I started thinking of Walmart. I was ultimately headed home but needed or wanted to stop at a grocery store first, which I did. It had started to get dark out by then. It wasn’t Walmart though. It was just a regular grocery store, which was good because I was tired of always going to Walmart.

2025 August 10