Hey there, dear readers of the page!! How are y’all doing? It’s 2:22am on the east coast. Funny how numbers are always popping up like that – 222, 333, 444, 111, 1111. 🙂
I haven’t been smoking much weed recently, mainly because of a cash flow problem, and my gardener has been out of town for a significant amount of time. I don’t know if that is what is contributing to my extremely vivid dream states nowadays, but damn!! Everything is in technicolor.
I have been have a lot of nightmares – some, I remember when I wake; they are powerful and scary enough to jolt me upright in bed. I’ve had an erotic dream, although I cannot remember that one either. Then, there are the good dreams. Drat, I think I need to start keeping a paper journal bedside to try and capture the rapidly fleeing thoughts and emotions right upon waking, but I hate writing. I’d much rather type. My handwriting is horrible, like a first grader’s, and not much better, lol. Got to do better, hahahaha.
Back on topic, though. My dream tonight was an alternate reality dream, where me and Egg had lots of friends, and during a party, things got out of hand between me and her. A bunch of yelling on both sides, but more vicious on mine, which happens to be a skill of mine that can come in handy. You see, in the dream, past experiences had wounded both of us, but mainly me. There was infidelity on her side, and I couldn’t let it go. So the vicious yelling match included accusations from me about a new round of infidelity. Everybody at the party was uncomfortable, as I was basically airing out our dirty laundry, so-to-speak, in front of the entire party of guests and friends.
She left the room with a bunch of people, while I stayed behind, wondering what type of explosive verbal diarrhea would come next. I was utterly defeated. I had showed my hand, and it was a coward’s hand to be a vicious trollop in front of the entire party. The few friends who stayed behind got to hear my side of things; Egg came back into the room with a couple of girlfriends and a guy I had never seen before. I had requested that she come back in so we could talk like normal people; hash out our issues, you know? But the presence of this new guy threw me for a loop. Who was he???
Well, it turns out that he was a lawyer for the company she worked for, which was – and get this – mob run!!! Eeeek!! This was a mob lawyer. All I wanted to do was explain my side of things, and possibly apologize to her and everyone left at the party. It became apparent that, in order to apologize, I was going to have to do it in front of this very intimidating man.
And that is when I woke up, hahahaha!! Fuck me, I think Egg has got me watching too much Supernatural, which is a brilliant show, but can be terrifying, in a good way, sometimes. I don’t really know what this means, as I trust Egg implicitly, and unfailingly, with my life. My guess is that it has nothing to do with infidelity, in sexual terms, because – hello, ACEness abounds in The LBC. And I don’t think all dreams are portends. I think I can safely categorize this a wild ride of a dream, and one that may not have anything to do with Egg at all. She may have been a surrogate for something else. Not sure, but there you have it, hmmmmm…