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What Are You Thinking? Continued 14

I'm definitely better at staying awake for something rather than getting up early for it.
 
Who pissed off Mother Nature?!

72F last weekend with tornado producing storms.
27F last night with snow in areas.
74F predicted for Friday/Saturday with storms.
 
Desiree1 said:
Oh , wasn't expecting responses. Thank you. I guess somedays you just realize that you can be good and something, but that something has a tendency of beating you down. And when you can't see working conditions getting any better anytime soon, you start dreaming of an early retirement or a loto win😉
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Add me to the list of those thanking for what you do.

Thank you!!!
 
The last week or so, really since getting fully moved into my new house, I've been having the strangest dreams.

Last night I had a dream about Lit.

Instead of being an anonymous internet board it was a physical location. And everybody had to be present and actually speak or act out their posts. Each thread was a different room in the facility and "going private" (I think a metaphor for PMs?) were these tucked away couches and beds on the fringes of the area but still very much in public view.

I went into one of the threads. It was the "Would you hug, kiss, fist bump or ignore the person above you" kind of thing. And the last poster was standing in the middle of the room with a queue for who was next. And everybody took their turn. When it was mine I kissed the previous poster chastely on the cheek and then milled about watching (lurking?) as the next several posters took their turns. All the regular faces were there (most of you look like your avatars, if you're curious). Then one poster approached me in the room and voiced concern. She thought my response had been bland and lacking conviction and challenged me to do better. So I kissed her. A first date kind of kiss, nothing intense. And she expressed disappointment. "Is that all you've got?" So we went to the private area to avoid clogging up the discussion area. And started making out. Passionate, intense and almost totally out of nowhere. I pushed her back onto the bed we were next to and snaked a hand up under her top, finding her without a bra. And then promptly lifted her shirt to expose one breast and dropped my mouth to feast on her nipple. This seemed well received.

However, before we could go further she stopped me. Her face was dismayed, her eyes haunted. She was looking fearfully down the hall at two men. Couldn't have been barely over 18. Dressed in ill tailored suits. She grabbed something from a nearby car (I have no idea how cars were somehow nearby all of a sudden. Dream geography is a bitch) and we ran. Turning first one corner, then another until we found ourselves in a darkened alley. As we ran we grew physically younger until I was in my early 20's again and she got younger still into her teens. She finally threw whatever she was carrying down a side alley and we turned another corner. Now we were aging back towards normal again.

At which point I became aware it was a dream even in the dream. I stopped running and watched the two boys chase her, they ignored me altogether. And then I woke up. To find my arm had gone completely numb. I had to get up and shake it out to get feeling back.

What an odd night.
 
Xerxes82 said:
The last week or so, really since getting fully moved into my new house, I've been having the strangest dreams.

Last night I had a dream about Lit.

Instead of being an anonymous internet board it was a physical location. And everybody had to be present and actually speak or act out their posts. Each thread was a different room in the facility and "going private" (I think a metaphor for PMs?) were these tucked away couches and beds on the fringes of the area but still very much in public view.

I went into one of the threads. It was the "Would you hug, kiss, fist bump or ignore the person above you" kind of thing. And the last poster was standing in the middle of the room with a queue for who was next. And everybody took their turn. When it was mine I kissed the previous poster chastely on the cheek and then milled about watching (lurking?) as the next several posters took their turns. All the regular faces were there (most of you look like your avatars, if you're curious). Then one poster approached me in the room and voiced concern. She thought my response had been bland and lacking conviction and challenged me to do better. So I kissed her. A first date kind of kiss, nothing intense. And she expressed disappointment. "Is that all you've got?" So we went to the private area to avoid clogging up the discussion area. And started making out. Passionate, intense and almost totally out of nowhere. I pushed her back onto the bed we were next to and snaked a hand up under her top, finding her without a bra. And then promptly lifted her shirt to expose one breast and dropped my mouth to feast on her nipple. This seemed well received.

However, before we could go further she stopped me. Her face was dismayed, her eyes haunted. She was looking fearfully down the hall at two men. Couldn't have been barely over 18. Dressed in ill tailored suits. She grabbed something from a nearby car (I have no idea how cars were somehow nearby all of a sudden. Dream geography is a bitch) and we ran. Turning first one corner, then another until we found ourselves in a darkened alley. As we ran we grew physically younger until I was in my early 20's again and she got younger still into her teens. She finally threw whatever she was carrying down a side alley and we turned another corner. Now we were aging back towards normal again.

At which point I became aware it was a dream even in the dream. I stopped running and watched the two boys chase her, they ignored me altogether. And then I woke up. To find my arm had gone completely numb. I had to get up and shake it out to get feeling back.

What an odd night.
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Is it possible that this past should be in "ask dr liz?" Haha.

Congrats on the move!!!
 
Dribble said:
It starts with a whisper in the wind. The note of change. Of the moment flowing and getting caught up in its passage. With time, one realizes there is little one can do...fight the flow and die...or surrender and accept life on life's terms. All myths...legends...start this way. They morph into stories...and tales long past. But the reality of it is...it is all one story. Not the past...not the future...but the one. Isn't this how love works? I have known my loves from before. I can't explain it. Knowing the smell before the smell. The taste before the taste. How and where to touch before the touch. And yes...the inevitably that she isn't yours. She wasn't then...she isn't now...she won't be in the future either. But still you try. Knowing the outcome....for the dream...knowing how perfect the story could end.
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Those are good lines!
 
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