Dream Journal

This is as good a place as any for my dream journals, so I think I'll still do them here, too. This one was suuuuuper short, just a few seconds, but I think I need to journal all of them if I want to improve my recall. So. Here goes…

You, standing outside in front of a brick wall… Except for some reason, you were absolutely pumped. Hans and Franz would have been proud. Still hot AF, but then again — you always are, always have been, and always will be. Anyways, you were standing there looking around, but then when you noticed me, you looked over and pointed at me and yelled out “Let's get jacked!!!!” And then I woke up.

Sooooo… ummmm… yeaaaaahhh… lol. Look, man. I have no idea what my subconscious is up to. Anyhoooo…

It was lovely chatting with you again last night, my love. It's already starting to feel a bit more natural, relaxed. I do think I should actually say goodnight or something instead of just leaving you on read, even if it is at a natural stopping point in the conversation… part of me thinks I only think that because I'm old, lol. But I also sort of think the rules are a bit different when the emotions are as charged as they are… I know I would feel much better going to bed if you had let me know you had to go, you know? No reason to think it's otherwise for you. And anyways… It's a low bar, to be sure, but I feel like the sexiest thing I've ever texted to you was just me saying “Goodnight, ⭐️” after linking you to that “beautiful, sensual” statue of the goddess ⭐️ about a year ago… Of course I might only think that was sexy because in my head I said it in my “cardboardshrubbery” voice. Which is not a voice I'm actually capable of producing, lol. And which you can't possibly know. Anyhow. I'll plan to do that going forward.

Love you, beautiful.

Yours,
♒️