Growling

For the first time in quite a while I could sleep in, which I did to the fullest. Slept for more than 12 hours and my dreams during the last cycles were intense, short, superlong and manymanymany. It has been hard for me to keep track of which dream fits into which and some I have forgotten during the day, even though I wrote down keynotes each time I woke up. Therefore I am just going to put them all down bulletstyle. The first dream I am putting down is the one I think came first; it is about this blogger girl that I have been following for a while. As I love language it is important to me that people use language well and that is excactly what she does. It just so happens that she writes alot about sucking cock. So in my dream she wanted to suck my cock while I wanted to seem intelligent to her (as that is what I percieve her as). The thing is I am not interested in women at the present, so her sucking my cock was completely out of the question. All the while I am lying in just my underwear and a t-shirt on the floor, she has the same kind of clothing. While this is happening there is a proverbial storm of the century going on outside. The lightning flashes bright and makes everything in the room extremly bright. When it is not flashing there is thunder and the sound of rain growling constantly in the background. The location of this dream is a house I used to live in, except the fact that where this room was there should have been a toilet but in this dream it was kind of a chill out-corner. The second dream is just an image. I am moving to a new place soon and there I will build a sleeping loft. I am going to make totempoles out of the legs to the loft and in this dream that was excactly what I was doing; carving wood. The third dream I am with my band in a city upnorth. It just so happens that a girl who contacted me and was very impressed with my writing is from this town. We were supposed to do a gig there, but we got stuck in this room which was supposed to be some sort of backstage-area (but it was not, it was the room where I recieved my first kiss (that I found out during waking reflection)). I am currently off every mindaltering drug, but no one else that I know is. So there was a hunt for drugs in unknown territory, and this girl who likes my writing obviously had some connections and she said she was going to help out in the quest for finding junk. I told her that I am currently not using and she carresed the fold of my jacket sensually and said "too bad". That was not the only thing happening. The weather outside was constantly changing, from sunny to total-annihilation-storm. Outside the windows was a female friend of mine, hanging halfway inside kicking with her legs playfully saying she wanted to get stoned. People are running back and forth through the room and the only grounded point in the room was the girl who said she would help getting drugs. Fourth dream: nothing remembered except the fact that I am being chased and I have the mother of my children in my company. I have got the first scene from one of the <PERSON>-films running through my head as I write this (the one where his girl dies somewhere in the desert, or something to that point).