ok, this is a long one ... or at least, it looks ginormous in this really tiny text box!

i had the weirdest dream last night. and unlike a lot of dreams, it continued- that is, i dreamt most of ot around 2-4 AMish or so, but then woke up to pee around 8 AM and dreamt part two shortly thereafter.

anywho, here's the setting: i was at some sort of classy brothel. the cool part? it was a suicidegirls brothel! i feel kind of weird sharing this here, perhaps people will think i'm some whacky pervert who does nothing but jerk off and stalk SG girlies. i've not been here for a while, 10 days since a journal post, and even more since i looked at any naked bootiful sgirles. heh.

the long and the short of it is that i was with some chica at the sg brothel. it was a classy joint, a respected member of the local business community. at least that is the vibe i got in the dream. [1]

anywho, when i got to the room to get down, the woman was sleeping. being a nice guy, i waited until she woke up before i bothered her. the manager (see below) somehow knew this, so I got additional time- I only paid for 30 minutes, but my counter didn't start until after the festivities started... the chica wasn't anyone actually from SG, at least not that I cam remember. Although, it'd be odd and whacky if one day I found that person here, a new girl or just someone I've never seen before. heh. that'd blow my mind. anywho, there was sex, i'll admit it.

which is weird for me- i've had probably like 5 wet dreams in my whole life, maybe not even. i suppose i've not been laid for like a month, and that's what happens. the brain aims to lay itself.

another weird aspect is that the brothel was part of a regular hotel. it was like SG.com leased out a block of 8 rooms in a regular Holiday Inn or something, providing the services of the brothel as a service to those who choose to stay there, a perk for their customers. some...

ok, this is a long one ... or at least, it looks ginormous in this really tiny text box!

i had the weirdest dream last night. and unlike a lot of dreams, it continued- that is, i dreamt most of ot around 2-4 AMish or so, but then woke up to pee around 8 AM and dreamt part two shortly thereafter.

anywho, here's the setting: i was at some sort of classy brothel. the cool part? it was a suicidegirls brothel! i feel kind of weird sharing this here, perhaps people will think i'm some whacky pervert who does nothing but jerk off and stalk SG girlies. i've not been here for a while, 10 days since a journal post, and even more since i looked at any naked bootiful sgirles. heh.

the long and the short of it is that i was with some chica at the sg brothel. it was a classy joint, a respected member of the local business community. at least that is the vibe i got in the dream. [1]

anywho, when i got to the room to get down, the woman was sleeping. being a nice guy, i waited until she woke up before i bothered her. the manager (see below) somehow knew this, so I got additional time- I only paid for 30 minutes, but my counter didn't start until after the festivities started... the chica wasn't anyone actually from SG, at least not that I cam remember. Although, it'd be odd and whacky if one day I found that person here, a new girl or just someone I've never seen before. heh. that'd blow my mind. anywho, there was sex, i'll admit it.

which is weird for me- i've had probably like 5 wet dreams in my whole life, maybe not even. i suppose i've not been laid for like a month, and that's what happens. the brain aims to lay itself.

another weird aspect is that the brothel was part of a regular hotel. it was like SG.com leased out a block of 8 rooms in a regular Holiday Inn or something, providing the services of the brothel as a service to those who choose to stay there, a perk for their customers. some places have pools, some bars where people staying there can get a drink at a good price.

incidentally, this wasn't a hotel that just catered to adults. it was a family establishment. i remember when i was leaving, and there was a family just coming out of the pool, which this fine establishment also had. as i said, a classy joint.

in the second dream, i think i was the manager. like, i was back at the SG Brothel, but as an employee. I remember having someone say "Hey Aaron, Kenny is looking for you, needs to have a word." And also checking who was busy, making sure the customer paid, checking keys, etc. My main duty as manager was to walk around and update/check the little memo board on the doors where the ladies worked. Like, if you paid $100 you had 30 minutes of time (can't remember for sure), so around every 10 minutes or so I would make a circuit and put an updated time left on the board, or when there was like 5 minutes I would give a knock on the door. not entirely subtle, but far from obtrusive.

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[1] i love how dreams can have emotional content like that, information that just seems to seep into your consciousness, it's almost like the other humans and the other non-living objects in the dream have emotional activant patterns which they transmit. i think that may be the future of music and video communication... think of it- being transmitted feelings of euphoria in some neat happy bjork tune, or sadness in another song, true joy at the triumph of a hero(ine) in a film.

so anyway, if missy or any other big-shots are reading this and want to start an SG Brothel in Holland- drop me a note. I have extensive experience in managing brothels of "alternative" women- at least, in dreamland...