Tuesday, June 30, 2009

TMI Tuesday #193

1. How many speeding tickets have you had? Accidents?
I've never had a speeding ticket. It's amazing to me because I speed every single time I drive. It just really bothers me on the freeway when people pass me. I've only been in one accident when I was driving. I rear ended a girl a long time ago... when I still had only my temporary license. I have been a passenger in numerous collisions though.

2. Boxers, briefs or commando?
Of the three, it would have to be commando, eh?

3. Have you ever had sex in your office or your place of employment?
Not with anyone but myself.

4. Do you or your so own a motorcycle? Do you ever ride one? Do you wear a helmet when you ride?
Neither Owen nor I own a motorcycle. I have had some offers to take me riding, but as yet, I've not had the pleasure. Ever. If I do get the chance (and not just empty promises), you can bet there will be a helmet on this head.

5. Ever been skinny dipping?
No. However, about four weeks ago, I had the perfect opportunity. All the elements were in place... beer, moon, lake, friends, bonfire... It was just too darned cold.

Bonus: Ever been arrested? Turned someone in/had someone arrested?
No. No.

Yeah, yeah. See number two.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Possibly Something About Dreams

My dreams have always been somewhat erratic.

When I was younger, I had the same dream over and over. The upstairs of our house was unfinished and I rarely ventured there. My mother harped her warnings of the Boogey Man into my brain at a very early age. (She also had me convinced that there were gorillas in Secor Park, but that's another story.) In the dream, the Boogey Man would somehow lure me upstairs... and eat me, then my family. I must've wised up in my dreams, because I started begging him not to devour me. So I was spared, but not my family. Of course I wasn't much concerned about my brothers, but it surely bothered me that he dined on my parents. I don't know what sparked my compassion, but it was for naught... because when I finally asked the terrible Boogey Man to spare my entire family, he ate us all. Again.

I continued to have nightmares as I grew older. More than once I dreamt of my middle brother dying, being attacked by Freddy Krueger, forced diet and exercise, and beginning high school with no books and no schedule and no shortage of sweat and apprehension.

I have dreams of Owen's infidelity and my own faithlessness. I must admit to not minding the latter. They're quite delicious, what I remember, but no matter how much I concentrate on making myself have sex dreams, they are uncommon. And I don't remember the details too clearly anyway. My dreams desert me as I pound my snooze button into oblivion every morning.

Recently, I've had the dubious honor of remembering a couple vague scenes from my dreams. In one, I was living in a rundown house alone. To my dismay, outside in a tall tree... was a mattress. No treehouse. No ladder. Um, come to think of it, no sheets on the darned thing either. Anyway.

My latest recollection had the potential to be so much more. I'm very disappointed it was not. It was the first time I'd dreamt of this particular person, though far from the first time I'd fantasized about him. I don't remember what we were doing in the dream. I do recall him looking exactly like the one face shot I've seen. He was even wearing the same shirt. Alas, no sex, no groping, no kisses, no whispered words of lust.

Well, I suppose I've rattled on enough, and again, I've forgotten the point of this post. Oh well

I've been meaning to return a few emails. After lunch maybe. My first one will be to the mysterious (to you) man of my dream. Yeah, the one who didn't thoroughly pound me into oblivion before the alarm woke me. Very unfortunate, that.