My last sex dream:

I picked up some extra weekend shifts at work and bought a ‘79 or ‘80 white & red cabover semi truck. The production year was really specific in my dream. I thought it was a Mack but I don’t think they made cabover trucks that year. After some searching it was definitely a Kenworth. I remember a male nameplate above the grill. Anyway… So S. and I hop in and head to the woods with a picnic. She was sitting on an old fallen tree trunk slicing fresh peaches. There was one strategically placed peach slice and a challenge to retrieve it without my hands. There was some frolicking and I won’t go into anymore details here. We packed up and headed to my grandparent’s house and found that my grand-dad purchased an old red & white Chris Craft wood hull boat for my birthday.

I mean what? How awesome was this dream? Awesome vintage American semi-trucks, forest picnic date with my lovely lovely, food frolicking beneath the sun and vintage wood-hull boats? These are the things of which my dreams are made.

Whoa. I dreamed about this barn a few weeks ago! It housed two vintage racing motorcycles and a stack of track tires.

from Peter Pan by JM Barrie

I thought about this quote today. S started to wake me and I said “no not yet, I’m dreaming about an epic stock car race on a road course! All the old gang are there in their old cars, Petty, Pearson, Foyt, Yarborough, Allison. It’s so sick!”

Yeah, I even dream about vintage race cars. :)

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I dreamed a few nights ago that I sat up in bed and lovely, romantic french started flowing out of my mouth. Maybe this actually happened but it was actually sleep-talking gibberish bull-shit and my brain thought it was French??

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Well, one chapter at least:

I put on white boxer shorts, a white undershirt, white tube socks on my feet, and white socks on my hands. I got on all fours and crawled around the neighborhood meowing at joggers, licking my “paws,” and acting all cat-like. I got into this party hosted by a strict old man. I ate a bunch of cake and needed to pee. I wound up down this dirt road with something called the “J-line” or “I-line,” where I was accosted by a group of militant native Americans because I accidentally trespassed on their lands while looking for a litter box.

Now S. won’t stop calling me “Man-cat.”

First words of 2012:

“Epic dreams Bro.”

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Last night’s dream included me, David Bowie, and Marilyn Manson hanging out at a pool party at the YMCA. I made donuts for everyone and there was an old feller doing old timey staged photographs for the party goers.

Get outta town.

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Aggggh. Restless Leg Syndrome snatching me out of my peaceful slumber.

Why why why?

“Opioid detoxification has been associated with provocation of RLS-like symptoms during withdrawal. Both primary and secondary RLS can be worsened by surgery of any kind.”

Oh, that’s why. Eff you, RLS.

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I dreamed this last night!

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“That Sinking Feeling.”

It gives me heartburn, in my dreams.

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Titanesland

I had a dream similar to this many years ago. I consider it my most epic dream ever. Basically, I was this super human aquaman. I swam around the globe, under ice sheets, through entangling reeds, kelp forests and currents. I rode on the backs of giant beasts, protecting the seas from villainy. I always swam with arms and legs extended and a Bowie knife gritted between my teeth.