Sweet Dreams Are Made of Cheese... in meh...

Before I get into the dreaming portion of the conversation a few things:

Found out more detail about my son’s graduation. It will be held at a local university and will be ticketed. I keep forgetting about his father, which is funny, but I guess he has to have a ticket too. Not sure if I want to reserve a place to eat afterwards or what or wait until the weekend.

So dreams…

I’ve been having dreams lately about being late for work and sex and a mysterious someone.

The first dream I had was interpreted to mean that someone who if familiar with my ways, with me, will come into my life and will be the one. If you know who Robert Townsend is (actor director) he reminded me of him, his essence and silliness.

The second dream from the other night, he was the same type of person in essence, but he was either bi racial or white, he was an athlete of some sort. He was tall and we were living together and when we had sex it was actually funny when we fell off the bed after one of these weird pelvic thrusts he did. The sex was started because we had gotten finished and washed from the first go round to leave for our respective places and as he was at the door we kissed and it turned into me undoing his pants and we were back at it and then we fell off the bed.

The dream I had last night, he was the same essence, but he was dark skinned. I didn’t think I would dream about him again but it happened. This time it was like we were group therapists for couples. I had a job, my job here and again it was like I was going to be late for work, but it didn’t really matter if I was late or not. I was going to ride a bike to work and I wore the dress I have on today as a matter of fact. We were talking to all of these married couples about their relationships. We taught them about ways, weirdly enough, to have sex while their kids were around without the kids seeing or being traumatized by their parents. Like, I was holding and soothing this baby while he was giving me head. It was weird, but natural somehow. We had a beautiful home and we had these sessions there. Then we started seeing these people that would come in and talk about their relationships and how they needed help, but all of them had some kind of flaw. Like this one couple came in and they wanted help. I asked are you married and the woman said, I’m not but he is. Me and my s.o. looked at each other and said get the fuck out of here. Of course it’s not going to work!! And the other couples were all just ratchet and had their issues. All the while I’m still worried, but not worried about being late for work.
The energy in these dreams is so easy going and fun and relaxing.

I looked up the meaning on the Dream Moods website and it said that being late could also symbolize a better late than never attitude. So I was like okay I can see that if it relates to me finding love and such.

So I’ve been going through my head wondering when and who if it’s someone who is familiar with me. My only thinking that if it’s Him, I will reject him. He had a chance to be with me, but he chose someone else and got married. I don’t need the big house and the endless parade of entertaining friends. I use to want that, but you see what happened to my friendships. If I get a house it will be that I want something to leave my children. Anyway, I don’t want it to be someone who has hurt me or who I hurt before. It’s crazy. This reminds me about after watching Deadpool I said I wanted a relationship like that and my dreams kind of remind me of their relationship. how easy and I can be sarcastic and he knows I’m just being a jerk for jokes and we laugh and make love and fall off shit and have fun.

Damn. Not to mention I need to have sex because it’s been a really, REALLY long time since I got broke off.

And I will leave you with that.
Get some if you can, for me. Thanks.

Kindest regards,
Sister.