The other day PBS had a segment on dreams during Covid-19 pandemic with the guest dream analyst narrating people’s dreams that were more like nightmares.
I am unlike my mother when it comes to dreams. While she often remembers her dreams in the morning and loves telling about them, I rarely remember mine. Often I awake with a dream so vivid it encompasses me wholly but vanishes like the morning mist if my mind’s focus strays from it.
So, I’ve taken to recording the dreams I do remember. What value might there be in this activity? I have no clue. It’s just sort of a fun exercise for me. Anyway, coming to the point. Yesterday I woke up after dreaming about Mike Mendis. You find that odd? Yeah, me too. The night before Daphne, Dennis and their dad, Mr. Solomon Moses, were in my dreams. It ended with Dennis and me making out quite seriously. What’s new about that? Nothing, except it’s been about fifty years since we did that, but believe me, it felt as good and arousing as it did way back then. Sweet Dennis. Stay safe.
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