Thursday, January 20, 2011

Full Moon Dream

I had a sex dream yesterday morning that I just can't stop thinking about. Seems like I haven't had a good sex dream since they went dry in my teens. Not that I don't still have sex dreams, they just aren't usually good sex dreams.

My typical sex dream always starts out promising enough. A connection, arousal and a plan to consummate. Then, almost invariably, the next several hours approximate the dramatic arc of Adventures in Babysitting. Not only am I frustrated when I wake up, I'm exhausted.

But not this time. This one was so good, I started to wonder if maybe I wasn't dreaming. I pinched myself. Ow... Still there. Then I actually asked out loud, "Is this real or am I dreaming?" They assured me it was real.

Who am I to argue with eight hot guys?

I know I haven't said this in a very long time, but I love you subconscious brain. You were paying attention to my porn!


  1. I still remember one sex dream where I had mutiple penis (peni? penises?) and it actually was a fun sex dream rather than the more frequent sex/frustration dream. Both worked, and quite well too!

  2. Nothing like dispensing with the vague Freudian symbolism, Randy, I like your style!

  3. Yeah, but Chris Parker got the hot frat guy in the end. Just remember that!