who the fuck is doing this to me? someone needs their ass kicked. i'm not sure why, but it would make me feel a whole lot better if asses were kicked.
why you ask? well i'll fucking tell you. its really freaking me out.
ever since i was about 12 or so, my nightly dreams have been pretty cool. i dream in vivid color and i always remember them. its really a cool anomoly that i'm into.
why have i been so into it? well i'll fucking tell you that too.
80% to 90% of my dreams have always either been about flying, blowing things up, or boobs and sex. all the time. it was cool.
NOW, however, is a much different and rather startling story. i almost feel de-emasculated writing about it.
over the last few weeks i'm having all these damn dreams about women (not just boobs and sex). i'm having dreams about relationships with women...wait, i should say with 'woman.' because every time i dream about a female its just ONE. not the usual Swedish Bikini Team or all of the playboy models from the 50s to the present. its just about one damn girl and i'm always being all cheesy and talking and being a good, chivalrous HUSBAND or something gay like that!!
then there are the KIDS. somehow, the little fuckers are getting into my dreams and i somehow know, in that curious dream way of just knowing things, that they're MY kids or something CRAZY and SCARY like that. i mean FUCK, i had a dream last night about a MINI VAN!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!! next thing you know i'll be going to Disney World when i go to sleep.
i suppose my biological clock has blown up inside of me or something cliche like that.
the unmarried, free willed, indepandent, beer swilling, sex crazed bachelor inside of me is bewildered and currently whimpering in the corner and sucknig his thumb. he's scared he's about to lose his dominance over me.
so am i.
wtf?
-pb
book: the salmon of doubt, douglas adams
music: chris lawrence (trance)
why you ask? well i'll fucking tell you. its really freaking me out.
ever since i was about 12 or so, my nightly dreams have been pretty cool. i dream in vivid color and i always remember them. its really a cool anomoly that i'm into.
why have i been so into it? well i'll fucking tell you that too.
80% to 90% of my dreams have always either been about flying, blowing things up, or boobs and sex. all the time. it was cool.
NOW, however, is a much different and rather startling story. i almost feel de-emasculated writing about it.
over the last few weeks i'm having all these damn dreams about women (not just boobs and sex). i'm having dreams about relationships with women...wait, i should say with 'woman.' because every time i dream about a female its just ONE. not the usual Swedish Bikini Team or all of the playboy models from the 50s to the present. its just about one damn girl and i'm always being all cheesy and talking and being a good, chivalrous HUSBAND or something gay like that!!
then there are the KIDS. somehow, the little fuckers are getting into my dreams and i somehow know, in that curious dream way of just knowing things, that they're MY kids or something CRAZY and SCARY like that. i mean FUCK, i had a dream last night about a MINI VAN!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!! next thing you know i'll be going to Disney World when i go to sleep.
i suppose my biological clock has blown up inside of me or something cliche like that.
the unmarried, free willed, indepandent, beer swilling, sex crazed bachelor inside of me is bewildered and currently whimpering in the corner and sucknig his thumb. he's scared he's about to lose his dominance over me.
so am i.
wtf?
-pb
book: the salmon of doubt, douglas adams
music: chris lawrence (trance)
and about your new journal entry, i didn't know men had biological clocks.
[Edited on Jan 10, 2004 8:00PM]
So, did your mini van have a DVD player in the back for the kids?
I think some yogart will make it all better.