2.26.11 Adam News & Info
Feb 26, 2011 9:22:32 GMT -5
Post by hoopla1 on Feb 26, 2011 9:22:32 GMT -5
*TOTAL SCROLL ALERT!* Sorry for the interruption, but I just woke up from a comfort dream/visit from AFL and if I can't share it here, where the hell else can I? It's G-rated, don't worry.
Dream: I'm in bed, Adam comes in dressed in tshirt jeans boots mussy hair no makeup softly says "Hey!" (He's beautiful and I want to reach out and touch his hair, straighten it up, but think no, be cool, leave him alone.) He sits on a floor pillow at foot of the bed then lies on floor curls up in fetal position. I say are you getting enough rest, he says yeah, pretty much. His legs look spindly, I'm surprised by how thin he is. I say don’t stay on the floor, come sit on the bed by my feet (it's the only place to sit on bed, as it's piled with old clothes I'm sorting through.)
I say where ya been, he says New York. What's the weather like there? Too cold! Yeah, I can't believe you made it up my hill. I said sorry for the mess in here, I'm getting rid of things--you should go through this stuff to see if there's anything you want or could use—vintage stuff (teehee!) He digs through piles of old clothes, grabs a couple of things like an old threadbare kimono (that I actually got rid of years ago, god, how I miss that kimono) and my old good luck peacock feather, which was NOT in the throwaway pile but I think, well, it's Adam, he can have it.
Then he goes over to a corner and comes back with the dashboard of a car with wires hanging out of it and says can I have this? I said sure! I didn’t even remember I had that! (I swear I have a lot of stuff, but I do not have car parts in my bedroom.) Suddenly we're sitting on a couch, and a tiny, gray-skinned, bald, naked, sexless person (like a cute alien?) brought him a big glass of chocolate milk. Neither of us said a word to this ?person.
Adam then lit a cigarette and I said WHAT? You're smoking? You shouldn’t smoke! I'm trying to quit but if you're having one I want one, but we really shouldn’t do this. He smiled sheepishly (he's so cute.)
I say: I was writing some songs for you last night, he says I know, then he leaned back against the cushions and kind of sighs and I said do you want to take a nap? and he looks at me in the eye for the first time and says nah, I'm ok, just want to relax, and then damn my bladder! I wake up and can’t get back in the dream! I wanted to talk to him about music!
That's it. I know lots of the little subconcious reasons for many of the details (but not the little alien server--WTF?), but it was probably fueled by having a horrid cold and a temp and drinking half a bottle of Nyquil so I could go to sleep. Doesn't matter. It counts as a comfort dream. I woke up happy!
And I'm happy I have a place to share something so dumb, because not even my bff would ever find this even mildly interesting. You guys probably won't either, but at least you'll get why it makes me happy! ;D
...back after breakfast to read today's news!
Dream: I'm in bed, Adam comes in dressed in tshirt jeans boots mussy hair no makeup softly says "Hey!" (He's beautiful and I want to reach out and touch his hair, straighten it up, but think no, be cool, leave him alone.) He sits on a floor pillow at foot of the bed then lies on floor curls up in fetal position. I say are you getting enough rest, he says yeah, pretty much. His legs look spindly, I'm surprised by how thin he is. I say don’t stay on the floor, come sit on the bed by my feet (it's the only place to sit on bed, as it's piled with old clothes I'm sorting through.)
I say where ya been, he says New York. What's the weather like there? Too cold! Yeah, I can't believe you made it up my hill. I said sorry for the mess in here, I'm getting rid of things--you should go through this stuff to see if there's anything you want or could use—vintage stuff (teehee!) He digs through piles of old clothes, grabs a couple of things like an old threadbare kimono (that I actually got rid of years ago, god, how I miss that kimono) and my old good luck peacock feather, which was NOT in the throwaway pile but I think, well, it's Adam, he can have it.
Then he goes over to a corner and comes back with the dashboard of a car with wires hanging out of it and says can I have this? I said sure! I didn’t even remember I had that! (I swear I have a lot of stuff, but I do not have car parts in my bedroom.) Suddenly we're sitting on a couch, and a tiny, gray-skinned, bald, naked, sexless person (like a cute alien?) brought him a big glass of chocolate milk. Neither of us said a word to this ?person.
Adam then lit a cigarette and I said WHAT? You're smoking? You shouldn’t smoke! I'm trying to quit but if you're having one I want one, but we really shouldn’t do this. He smiled sheepishly (he's so cute.)
I say: I was writing some songs for you last night, he says I know, then he leaned back against the cushions and kind of sighs and I said do you want to take a nap? and he looks at me in the eye for the first time and says nah, I'm ok, just want to relax, and then damn my bladder! I wake up and can’t get back in the dream! I wanted to talk to him about music!
That's it. I know lots of the little subconcious reasons for many of the details (but not the little alien server--WTF?), but it was probably fueled by having a horrid cold and a temp and drinking half a bottle of Nyquil so I could go to sleep. Doesn't matter. It counts as a comfort dream. I woke up happy!
And I'm happy I have a place to share something so dumb, because not even my bff would ever find this even mildly interesting. You guys probably won't either, but at least you'll get why it makes me happy! ;D
...back after breakfast to read today's news!
Thanks for sharing....I loved it !
;D 8-)
