Shugahhhh
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I've been dreaming about a certain musician, not too well known and way too young. The dreams are very vivid, long and meandering and always seem to center on desperately trying to be alone with each other.
Many of the dreams take place "on tour," both on and off the bus. With lots of groupies and other various sycophants hovering around, we keep sneaking a touch here and there, occasionally a languid kiss (his tongue is amazing!).
Last night's dream was completely bizarre. He was "with" an old friend of mine, someone I haven't seen or talked to in a couple of decades. As she was then, she was also married in the dream--and I was somehow involved in helping her to hide this from her husband. Long story short, there was lots of drama and mad dashes to avoid her hubby, and the musician and I both tired of it quickly. Then there was a moment where we connected and it was so intense--I was mad with lust and wanted to go somewhere and fuck him 'til he wept.
So we got in the car...a white Caddy El Dorado, custom cut convertible (real car from my past). We took off--I was driving--and before I knew it, I was approaching the bridge that crosses Naragansett (sic?) Bay from one side of Rhode Island to Newport. If anyone is familiar, this isn't the new bridge but the old one that has a really steep incline/decline like this (^) in the center.
As I start to make the incline, I was all of the sudden driving a crane, and the freaking thing started tipping backward. I was terrified. I woke up, once again without getting laid by this guy.
Wtf is this about? I generally am not attracted to younger men. Am I grieving my lost youth?
Many of the dreams take place "on tour," both on and off the bus. With lots of groupies and other various sycophants hovering around, we keep sneaking a touch here and there, occasionally a languid kiss (his tongue is amazing!).
Last night's dream was completely bizarre. He was "with" an old friend of mine, someone I haven't seen or talked to in a couple of decades. As she was then, she was also married in the dream--and I was somehow involved in helping her to hide this from her husband. Long story short, there was lots of drama and mad dashes to avoid her hubby, and the musician and I both tired of it quickly. Then there was a moment where we connected and it was so intense--I was mad with lust and wanted to go somewhere and fuck him 'til he wept.
So we got in the car...a white Caddy El Dorado, custom cut convertible (real car from my past). We took off--I was driving--and before I knew it, I was approaching the bridge that crosses Naragansett (sic?) Bay from one side of Rhode Island to Newport. If anyone is familiar, this isn't the new bridge but the old one that has a really steep incline/decline like this (^) in the center.
As I start to make the incline, I was all of the sudden driving a crane, and the freaking thing started tipping backward. I was terrified. I woke up, once again without getting laid by this guy.
Wtf is this about? I generally am not attracted to younger men. Am I grieving my lost youth?