Dreaming b-rated porn dreams!

What is it that makes me dream the fucked up shit I dream? Okay, am I seriously asking that question when I own a sex shop! What am I thinking???

My subconscious has a knack of taking the most mundane things and turning them into really badly acted b-rated porn! All the day’s events get thrown in, mixed up and spewed out into something so laughable and laced with such corny sexual innuendo that you can only wake up in the morning and wonder … WTF!?!?!?!
So perhaps I should start by running through some basics of my day yesterday, nothing out of the ordinary, I was at the shop most of the day, we had a meeting with a lady from a magazine we’d really like to advertise in and be featured in, but it’s hell expensive (way beyond our affordability) and we’re going into our quiet period, so we’ll have even less cash to spend. She happened to tell us about two of the men involved in the magazine, one is Portuguese, wealthy and single and the other has more money than God apparently! Rolling eyeballs, because this is so something that does NOT impress me at all. I miss the gene that makes me bat my eyelashes at a man’s wallet, I just missed it in the queue when they were handing out traits 🙂 I bat my eyelashes at bulging muscles, beautiful eyes, nice hands, and humour, I could care less your net worth! 😀
Of course, every day Sun Goddess and I discuss our business, at length, our biggest gamble/concern of the moment is advertising in the June/July period, June is traditionally our worst month of the year, so this year we’re throwing money at the problem, in terms of more advertising, to see if that has a marked effect. And we had yet another conversation about that yesterday …
So, back to the dream, I dream vivid and in technicolour, I very seldom battle to remember my dreams, and this is just one of them from last night …
Sun Goddess, the magazine oke (who bear in mind I have not met!), and I were sitting round a machine talking about our business, for some reason in my dream, the magazine oke was giving us financial advice. And we were sitting in front of the screen, but he was using an iPad as a keyboard! I mean really, where did that come from? I can remember thinking in my dream, what a tool! Showing off he has bucks by using an iPad as a keyboard! Get a life! Sun Goddess was in the background trying to make things happen between us (naturally her ears prick up for me in real life every time she hears someone is single. Again – another gene I missed! LOL). Suddenly, at some point in the dream, I got over my dislike and general crawling skin reaction to this Portuguese (again, not my type!) man, and go into full on porn star mode with him! Rolling eyeballs again! I mean the whole over acted, finger in the mouth, crawling on the desk, ridiculous seduction scene! …
At that point I woke myself up (LOL) before I got grossed myself out by having to see him naked! Did I mention he was not my type?!?!?!
The joys of vivid, sexual dreams!!!!!

1 Comment

  1. elizabeth on May 21, 2010 at 12:23 pm

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