Another dream last night. Three consecutive nights. I usually can decently remember my dreams, but they tend to be far and few between.
I'm certain that my frequency of dreaming is caused by both physical and mental understimulation, so my brain attempts to compensate by conjuring up some excitement while I sleep. Or perhaps I'm just dreaming more because now I have enough time to slip into the holds of REM, instead of staying up til 3, 4 a.m. then tossing and turning for hours before waking up shortly later.
Or even still, I could be dreaming more often and more vividly because I haven't smoked pot (a dream suppressant) since before I left.
Either way, they keep rolling in. Last night was a check to my ego and inflated sense of confidence. The dream was brief: Mr. LTA handed me a sheet of paper with a note on it when I tried to come on to him. It read something like
While I think that you are a cool person, I don't want to sleep with you. I think we'd be better just being friends.
I know that wouldn't happen, because he wouldn't turn down sex with me, but that does put a halt on my kinky plans for when I get back into town.
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