hiddenmuse | (no subject)

With that bit of venom out of the way ... onto other things. Besides hating a few of my clients and their self-righteous posturings, I mean.

Last night, in my fitful night's sleep, I'd had some odd dreams. My first sex dream in a while - don't remember much about it, except that it involved the anonymous (male) stranger of my masturbatory fantasies, and I was on my parents' couch with the Stranger. (No familiar voice, face or anything. Just a disembodied stranger having sex with me.)

Later, probably closer to when I was waking up, I had a dream about Ed Robertson of Barenaked Ladies. Sorry, no sex in that one. It was actually quite nice - albeit, a little strange. I was ice-skating with him, and the most that happened was him and I being arm-in-arm on the ice (for once, I didn't fall on my ass, bringing someone else down with me). Oh yeah, if it counts, I kissed his hand. ;) Don't remember much about it, but I do remember that Ed was very polite, and a good skating companion.

But enough of my dreams. It's time for me to go to bed. Another day awaits me. Woohoo. Good night everyone!