Tuesday, March 29, 2022
Perchance to...
She went out screwing
while I dreamed of her.
Returned too hot to bother.
Labels: dream, infidelity, sex, sexual
Sunday, March 06, 2016
The Silly Equation
Lil and I the temporary engineering team.
She the creative, I, nuts and bolts.
We worked on a very minor, but nagging
problem.
An hour a day for discussions. We had
other things to do.
Retts stopped by and nodded at our
attempts. “Keep on it. Won’t change
the History of the World, but the
guys on the line will thank you.”
Then he said something that altered
everything.
“Well, I’ll see you in my dreams.”
When he left, Lil quipped “Let’s dream
about our tiny conundrum.”
Before you start with a sexual construct,
we’re both in secure relationships.
And, believe it or not, that’s the right word.
Secure. Odd one, but true.
Anyway, I went along with her. The one
ground rule was that we’d think about
the problem hour before bedtime,
later visualize the two of us solving it.
Pretty much a flop. I couldn’t remember
much of anything, and she just laughed.
Then one morning as I searched for Coffee
Mate, she remarked. “You at least came up
with a silly equation.”
I did I remember, but in a dream. We called
it that there.
I don’t know where all this could be
heading, but for the briefest, our dreams
entangled.
Well, I do. Management has submerged
us with other projects.
So, mutual dreams, if they occur, on hold.
Piddling problems often not resolved.
Due to work!
Labels: dream, engineer, manufacturing, mutual dream, time, time pressure, work pressure
Monday, February 23, 2015
Rain and Friends
Drifting and Dreaming
A Saturday rain had been almost guaranteed, but not this monsoon!
Kept Hodge in, so he watched the Weather Channel, drifted into daydreams.
Violent ones! He took out Arabs, got medals.
Just an outline. Then, slept for two hours, waking up with ferocious munchies as he was being honored by the UN, but as a steady Man of Peace.
There had been in there a totally unsatisfactory
argument with Gwen. Soon to be ex! he now
proclaimed silently.
A homosexual episode tried to horn in, also. He had
tried before with ridiculous results.
The man was transferred soon after, and he bumped
into him in an airport once. They had a quick drink,
since this Rentz had a date with a pilot.
“Stay with your pilot, but as for me, there's work
to be done!” Hodge shouted over the pounding rain
as he hunted for crackers.
Gwen phoned, promising the deluge would stop
by early evening, so they decided to see a Russian
historical flick.
Gwen laughed at the inept titling. She had taken
a couple of Russian courses at Cornell, and hung
around the department, then in an old house.
Mostly for the food, since two professors cooked
lunch if she brought the ingredients.
After the movie, at the Too-Chaste Coffee Emporium he knew enough to say nothing of the daydream.
"Oh that’s just Walter Mitty!" she would have said.
Most everything of his was dismissed in a literary
manner. She often wore a French beret. Though
tonight, a Yankee’s cap.
Hodge stayed benign, perhaps hung-over from the
vividness of the dreams. She found it refreshing.
He had been labeled Chatty Kathy by her several times.
She snuggled up. Tried to steal his Danish while
whispering amorous plans.
He decided to keep her.
Labels: daydream, dream, fantasy, heroism, homosexuality, monsoon, rain, relationship;Weather Channel, weather
Sunday, January 25, 2015
States of Responsibilities
-I promised to go to The French Shop,
and buy two little quiches for Monette.
Her party.
-Hop to it! mon ami.
-Only one problem. Was in a dream.
-Well, buy them tonight whilst slumbering.
-You can't just...!
-Yeah you can! Rehearse it just before you cork off.
-Just a dream, why bother?
-She'll get you!
-In a dream or...?
-Both!
-The...little microscopic way she cuts
those things!
-Yeah, it's tediously beautiful. Symbolizing one
of her rare soft moods.
-I think I'll go there today, French Shop, and
buy the damn things awake.
-Safest.
Labels: dream, quiche, reality, strong women
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Waking Up
Dream remnants beset Carlsen, each day
amplifying them.
Until he couldn’t tell the difference, and life
and work became the dream also.
His boss told him not to worry. “You’re just
late to discover what we’ve all known.”
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Found Cause
Not just lost
The streets sort themselves,
but still uneasily. You can help
others, though. A fair damsel--
yes there can be such. Inform
her: "You've crossed Marion Lane.
That could be a mistake since
she's a Tartar.” Her forehead re-
sembles a print--pre-digital--
coming up in developer.
Then she laughs at your
waggish contribution
to truly ordinary existence.
Distracting a pretty thing,
though never finding your way
through a dream. That’ll do.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Presences
See you in my dreams
Irene told, and others.
We wake to move
furniture around
our mind. Fresh
arrangements fix
or cover.
Stay dreaming and
meet the others?
No, they’ll hold.
Much marking time
in our dreams
awaiting us.
Labels: dream
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Scientific Question
When Jill and Jason
dream each other in
their separate rooms,
does sexual quanta boom
a milli-millisecond
midst the fractured race?
