I don’t usually dream.  Or, I guess, if I do, I don’t usually remember my dreams.

I’m on a downswing again.  I’ve been making up excuses or exaggerating real issues to work from home more so I don’t have to get up in the morning and do the things I have to do to be presentable for the other humans who don’t give a fuck about me. I just get up, grab lots of coffee and sit at my computer and fuck around while “working”.  Today would have been a prime day to be at home.  However, the boss asked me to be in today.  I wish I could be in my jammies, laying in bed until the last moment.


I dreamt of him last night.  I dreamed we were laying back, just talking.  Out of nowhere, he took me in his arms and kissed me.  I was so elated! It seemed so real.  I damn near cried when I woke up because it dawned on me that none of it was real.  I wanted to go back to sleep and continue the dream.  I just wanted to be there in bed with his arms around me.

Even though it will never happen, I get to keep my dreams, at least.