My due diligence: I don’t believe this post to be x-rated, I would not even call it r-rated. However, it has a vaguely graphic sexual theme. Also I know that listening to someone else’s dream is often a politeness. So now, dear reader, the choice is yours.
One of the things about backpacking this time of year is the amount of time you spend in your tent in a sleeping bag. It gets dark early and morning arrives late. It also tends to be cold, leaving the warmest place to be as the inside of your sleeping bag. I spoke in another posting about sleep being divided into two sessions while backpacking this time of year. This sleep pattern was common before the advent of electricity. No matter how good a sleeping pad you have, you are not in your own bed. I tend to toss and turn, waking up multiple times in the night, remembering my dreams much more than I do when I am at home snuggled up to Señora.
The last night of our trip I crawled into my bag around 7 p.m., I listened to an audio book for a couple hours and fell asleep. Well past midnight, I woke up from the most vivid, sensuous dream I have had in many decades.
It started out with me sitting in a theater of some sort, but on folding chairs. For some reason I was nude from the waist down, but no one seem to notice. Then this dark, exotic, voluptuous, gypsy looking woman appears, laying down on top me. Dream reality turned my folding chair into a recliner. Her frottage had the expected results. Suddenly the scene transformed into a bedroom with the two of us in a bed.
What made the dream more sensuous than sexual is that the expected act did not transpire as such. Instead the gypsy woman engulfed me with her femininity, she absolutely enveloped me with her womanliness, overwhelming me with her sensuality, her sexuality, and then we melded into one transpersonal being soaring in to the ether. It was a sensation I did not want to end, all the while knowing that it must. The whole experience reminded me of transcendent sexual experiences I have had, on occasion, been privilege to. But those are rare and to be cherished.
Though it is sad to say, my gypsy woman had an ulterior motive. As the dream progressed it turned out I was an attorney, and she was wanting me to influence some sort of deliberative body.
Oh well, we will always have Paris.
And so it goes.
Excellent. And since dreams are never what they appear to be, I wonder what connection legalistic has with the merging of your male/female energy. Perhaps there is some legal aspect of your marriage that has been left undone. No clue, but I’ll plant that seed. Is there a message there?