twisted priorities

had the weirdest dream last night. hubs and i agreed that we both would find partners to romp with. one day he comes with a chick - big hair, short tight skirt, legs to her armpits .. you get the drift.

anyways, i was coming out of starbucks and had just lit my last cigarette, when we bumped into each other. (she was with him) we said hi then i passed her my coffee and smoke and said that i needed to use the restroom.

when i came back out, she said she finished my stick and drank my coffee. i hit the roof! who did this *itch think she is for drinking my starbucks and smoking my marlboro! it's one thing to bang my man but it's another to take my smokes and joe. she crossed the line. THE LINE!!!

i woke up angry. i mean i was seriously pissed off. then i shared the dream w hubs and he was like "good to know your priorities. does that mean i can go find a woman."

sure hon, in YOUR dreams.

dream a little dream

"I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream." .... and boy do i have a dream.

last night's was the most creative one yet. i dreamt that i was dreaming that i was dreaming. so in order to wake, i had to wake 2 times before i actually did get off the bed. it was strange and i liked it! i really out did myself this time.

what exactly was i dreaming about, i can't really remember but given that i was dreaming/ sleeping in so many paradigms was sooooo cool. if it wasn't for bu who lovingly whispered in my ear "mummy .... i got poo-poo in my diaper" ... i think i would have had more memory of the tangled web i was weaving in my subconscious. oh well ... i ain't complaining.

nesting

i dunno what gives. i know pregnant people dream a lot, but i feel that i'm being short changed. i've been stuck with the boring-est dreams EVER!

night after night, i dream of house/ apartments/ show flats. it's about how i've redecorated and have settled into a new home.

all i get are nesting visions. there is no action. no kung fu, no super powers, no explosions, no big finish shoot-out. heck, there is no sex, drugs or rock & roll! nothing! na da! humph!

mr sandman, bring me a dream

i'm not a dreamer. i go to sleep every night and i wake in the morning, fresh. it's like my whole being shuts down and i remember nothing. i like not dreaming.

hubs dreams every night and he tells me that every day, he wakes not rested. well i guess coz the brain and the senses have gone into overdrive the whole night. but he won't have it any other way. he loves dreaming.

AG is just like him. she dreams every night. in fact, she lives to dream. every morning she wakes to tell me about her adventures with superheroes and jedi(s) and cartoon characters etc... she once said that every dream she has is more exciting than the night before.

the only time i dream, is when i'm pregnant. i think it's the sperm inside that conjures up images in my sleep. but i digress ....

me : hey babes, i dreamt last night
AG : REALLY!! me too. ok, you first.
me : i dreamt that i was looking for a new job at a furniture shop - like a philippe starck type of shop. one that sells interesting pieces, i explained. and the job would be for me to convince people why they need that piece to make their house look nice.
AG : *face numb in disbelief* ... that's a good try ... mom ... a bit boring ... but a good try.

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
earlier this year, i became facinated with the idea of sex with an older man. to a point where i can't wait for hubs to age coz i think it can only get better with experience.

then the other night, i dreamt it. sex with an older man (not hubs, just someone faceless). but i just could not go thru with it. not because he wasn't sexy ... coz faceless people can be mysteriously sexy (oh, you've got to be scorp to get that). but because i was just overwhelmed by that "old people smell". you know, the one grandma has.

ooooooh what a turn-off. well there goes that fantasy right down the drain.