Awoke from a dream I spent some time trying to recapture. I can remember the atmosphere between than the details -- there was a treehouse, or something, a haunting, a security guard, 1940s music. I was climbing to a window with a bunch of cherries held between my teeth. Anthony Perkins was trapped inside the dial of a watch? I think at one point I drew a sketch of Boris Karloff. There seemed to be rather a lot of men of types I find attractive aesthetically but not sexually, so it wasn't an erotic dream, exactly. It was a dream of exquisite longing, of arousal without focus.
I'm beginning to think my orientation should be described as "persnickety."
I'm beginning to think my orientation should be described as "persnickety."
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Date: 2017-05-19 05:13 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2017-05-19 05:17 pm (UTC)From:Even in fragments, this sounds like a pretty great dream.