Tag: sleep

a dream I had about a girl at my door

I guess it was Day. At least that’s who it looked like; herself an Ella-Rae Smith look-alike. She’d just been to my place a short while earlier, she said she was coming back and there she was, wiggling the locked door knob with a melodramatic plea like a kid who’d been purposely locked out by a mischievous sibling.

If it were most other people, I wouldn’t want to be bothered, but, as cute as she is, she could visit basically any time she wanted. “Here I come,” I said thru the door, though, I thought to myself, I should’ve waited till I backed away from it. Not doing so made it obvious I had to prepare for her revisit.

I was wearing something I wanted to take off; a fancy (vanilla/orange) sherbet-colored shirt I’d never wear in real life. The thought of it reminds me of Seinfeld’s Puffy Shirt, though it wasn’t nearly as tacky or ostentatious. I put it, with perhaps another accessory or two, in what seemed like a bucket in the hall.

That hallway, unlike the shirt, was indeed ostentatious. It was actually a lit corridor of sorts that ran at least twenty or thirty feet and led to the bathroom much like you’d see at a movie theater. I don’t know if it was a house or an apartment I was living in, but it was quite elegant compared to my real-life dwellings.

Maybe that’s why she liked coming over, though my deliberate charm probably had more to do with it. She was nice too, but her looks were all I really cared about. If our friendship involved sex or romance, and as much as I’d like to think she was coming back for the former, it wasn’t evident in this short dream.

I knew she’d probably see what I was trying to hide if she went to the bathroom, but I didn’t really care enough to look for a better hiding spot. Besides she was there at the door, waiting for me to let her in. The longer I took, the more obvious it would be that I’m doing something I didn’t want her to see.

2024 May 18

a dream I had about being late for work

I should’ve known something wasn’t right; something, that is, other than the fact that I was late for work. Technically I wasn’t, but I was scheduled to start my shift in about ten minutes, my drive would take about that long if I drove recklessly, and I wasn’t even close to being ready to leave the house; a house I haven’t lived in for almost twenty years. Never mind the fact that I haven’t worked there in nearly five.

Nonetheless there I was, in a partly self-induced panic. I say “partly self-induced” not because it was my fault I was going to be late, even though it sort of was because I’d simply lost track of time, but because I wasn’t going to be in any real trouble for calling in late, showing up late without calling in or even being absent for the day. It just would’ve been the first such mark on my excellent attendance record.

Not showing up for the day without calling would’ve been a big deal; they refer to that as a No Call No Show; but even that worse-case scenario wouldn’t have gotten me fired or anything like that. Besides all I had to do was call and say I couldn’t come in or say I was going to be late or just show-up late. I took pride in my near-perfect punctuality though; this is also true in real life; and didn’t want to ruin it.

I could’ve ran out of the house right then, drove fast and probably made it on time, but there was no way I was going to show up for work, around all those people; fine girls included; without at least washing my face, which wouldn’t have been a problem if I hadn’t just shaved. A full-on shower was out of the question; forget brushing my teeth; but I also wanted to wash under my arms if at possible. I simply had no time.

That is until I noticed, in what if I were a believer would’ve been an act of God, I’d gotten the time wrong. In my haste, I thought I had to be to work in about ten minutes, but another glance at the clock confirmed it was actually still 1-something, meaning I had more time than I thought. That instantly put me in manic rush mode as I rushed about, trying to cover as many of the hygienic/beauty essentials as possible.

It wasn’t until I woke up, heart still pounding and breathing heavy, that I realized it was all a dream. I was happy, or at least quite relieved, not to have to go to work today… to a job I haven’t worked in nearly five years. The house I miss though, perhaps dearly so, if only because it holds some of my most cherished childhood memories. The nostalgia is strong, but at least I get to visit it in these crazy dreams.

2024 April 20

a dream I had about finally meeting an ex-housemate

She wasn’t so bad now that I got a good look at her. Not that I thought she looked bad the one time I’d seen her before. It was her loud annoying ghetto-ass personality that made me despise her. She was, metaphorically speaking, the neighbor from Hell, at least for as long as she lasted.

She wasn’t even supposed to be staying there in the other living area of the house. It was probably more of a large condo. In either case, the landlord evicted her when they found out she was staying there illegally. Now she was back, at my front door, just a few days before I myself was set to leave.

“You’re the one,” I don’t think I ever finished the sentence, but I was going to say that she’s the girl who got kicked out, as if she didn’t know. “Yeah,” she acknowledged with a slight, perhaps slightly embarrassed, grin. Without hesitation, I nonverbally, and rather ironically, invited her in.

I forgot what all we talked about, but it started with what happened; her living there for several weeks and getting kicked out. As we walked around; I think she came back to grab a few things she’d left; it seemed obvious there was some kind of sexual, if not romantic, chemistry between us.

She’s not really my type physically. She’s short and petite, which I like, but she’s dark-skinned and I strongly prefer light-skinned girls. Her face is otherwise kind of cute though, so she certainly passes when it comes to having sex. I wouldn’t date her though. Besides, I hate her personality.

That’s based on hearing her with her friends, laughing and yelling obnoxiously thru the surprisingly thin walls of this otherwise elegant dwelling place. The quieter reserved version I was talking with for the first time; we never spoke before and only saw each other that one time; was likable.

I don’t know how the landlord found out about her. I never told them and didn’t want her to think I did. I planned to let her know it wasn’t me and that I never even knew she was there illegally, but I never got around to it. I was too busy feeling the vibes, translating the body language.

The way she kept looking at me, I could tell, at least I strongly suspected, she wanted to fuck me as bad as I wanted to fuck her. Maybe I downplayed my attraction to her. I still wouldn’t date her, but what better way to end the summer than to dick her in my summer home just before departing?

I wouldn’t have to see her again, at least not until next summer if I decided to rent there again, which would prevent our new relationship from developing into something romantic. It would also prevent her from getting too comfortable and inviting her friends back. That’s what I call a win-win.

2024 February 17

audio review : Innocence ( album ) … Kenny G

audio review : Innocence ( album ) ... Kenny G

An album of lullabies? Why not? It seems Kenny G stopped making regular (nonconceptual) albums years ago. Entering the genre of baby sleep music also serves as an unintentional quip at critics who complain that his music is boring. He should’ve used a different title though. Innocence brings to mind that song from The Moment.

There are only seven originals here. The rest are covers; the worst thing about the set. Mixing them, as opposed to just making a full-on cover album, is even more of a misstep. Still the project ultimately serves its purpose. I’d prefer a lead piano, even guitar, over a sax, but; screw the kids; it’s pleasant and serene enough to put me to sleep.

my rating : 3 of 5

2023

a dream I had about being handed a slice of cake

I was sitting in the driver’s seat of the parked car as she; a real-life former roommate of mine; talked with her best friend outside. They were several feet away, but I could hear their conversation as she jokingly told her friend how annoying her voice was. It was at that point that, as I tried to adjust the rearview mirror to see them, the whole thing fell.

I don’t know whose janky car it was, hers or mine, but I was able to get a glance of her friend for the first time. I could tell she was light-skinned. My girlfriend was dark. That’s the first anomaly because I prefer my girls light, like her friend, and almost never date dark ones. The second and biggest anomaly is that I probably wouldn’t date this girl in particular.

She’s short and petite, which I like, so her looks would be fine if not for her skin tone, but her personality is a major turn-off. She’s the loud and ghetto type of black girl with emphasis on the word “loud”. Her voice is also annoying, gratingly so. That little comment she made about her friend’s took some audacity, which I told her when she came back to the car.

“You can’t talk about somebody’s voice being annoying,” I said, loud enough for her friend to hear, as she, standing just outside the door, handed me thru the window a slice of cake; it had nuts on it; on what seemed like a sheet of paper towel or napkin. The cake was a favorite she’d been getting from this place; I guess a local bakery; and wanted me to try.

It was tilted on the napkin, so she told me, in a stern tone as if I were a child, not to drop it. She said to hold it straight, which I did. Her bossiness is another reason I probably wouldn’t date her in real life. That same trait could be a major turn-on in the bedroom though when it comes to sadomasochistic sex fetishes, hence the word “probably”.

“They gave me this too,” she said as she showed me a small piece of the same cake on a separate napkin, “but it’s not really a lot though.” She said that last bit matter-of-factly with an almost Spanish accent. She also showed me the cotton candy she bought, which I wanted to taste more than the cake, as I pondered her getting diabetes from all that sugar.

2023 October 01