Monday, February 07, 2005

I want to talk about dreams today. I have been having some rather interesting ones since just before Thanksgiving. I know that I have blogged a little bit about this before. Now I know that I am not alone in dreaming about celebrities. I tend to dream about two in particular. Alan Rickman and Gary Oldman, I happen to find both men to be quite handsome and sexy. Now I like the dreams I have about them, they are erotic and quite satisfying. I have never met either man, and have no wish to. I am content to leave them in my little fantasy world and worship them from afar.
Lately however, a new man has entered my dreams. He is not a celebrity, I have never seen him before and I am pretty sure that he doesn't even exist. I picture him so clearly though. His name is Malcolm. He is a tall Scotsman with dark curly hair, beautiful dark eyes and is almost too handsome. He is in his late thirties or early forties and very well put together. He is intelligent, witty, charming, articulate, very masculine, kind and considerate. The dream is intensely erotic causing spontaneous orgasms. It almost makes me not want to get out of bed in the morning. I am saving a fortune on batteries not to mention wear and tear on my b.o.b.
I am sure that this has something to do with my obsession with Scotland. I just don't know why I can picture him so clearly, especially when he looks like no one I have ever met or seen before. Must be my subconscious projection of the perfect man for me.
The down side is that because it is a dream, it can't replace the real thing. I miss kissing. I miss being held and the touch of a man, the feel of skin on skin, the warm musky smell of a man, the heat, the passion. But until I am ready for that again, I will be content with my dreams.

Broomhilda worshipped the goddess at 9:56 AM

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