Fuckin' Freud

Sober Dreams!

They rock.

So much more interesting than going to bed drunk dreams (that is, even if you have dreams when your subconscious is soaked in booze).

Last night I was screwing multiple women at a college reunion. I was whoring big time. It was cool. I was desired by every alum, even some of the graduates that I never knew.

Freud is the big dream guy, and now that I am immersed in the study of psychology, I shall begin to really listen to my dreams. I have always been a vivid dreamer, and I have a hunch that our dreams have a lot more to do with our waking reality than we tend to think, or give them credit for. Our subconscious is the witness to all our past lives or incarnations. It holds the key to locked memories, and it is more connected to the ALL than our conscious brain. I believe this. And during this new time of study, I am going to write down my dreams, interpret them best I can, and share them on this blog site. After all, I haven't been able to muster up any good stories to write, and nothing crazy and sexual is happening in my waking reality, so I might as well share some juicy dreams.

Sex. So often this word is on my mind. Is it just a guy thing? I mean, they say guys think about sex every thirty seconds. I say every three seconds. Is it cellular? Is this preoccupation with sex printed on our DNA? Or is it learned? And if it is learned, when did we begin to think about it so damn much?

I was on line at Starbuck's this morning and I noticed a cute, 18-ish black girl on her cell phone, the reflection from her silver braces gleaming off the phone's mouthpiece. I wanted to fuck her. I was at the Post Office, waiting on line for stamps, and I was checking out the middle aged lady behind the counter, and I wanted to fuck her. I think about Katrina every day and I want to fuck her. I get Poked on facebook by my tranny friend and I want to fuck him/her. I look at my phone and see it is 11:11 and I want to fuck my friend in Texas (we have an 11:11 thing). I was at Von's returning two movies to the Blockbuster Express kiosk and I wanted to fuck the slot that you insert the movies into (just kidding, but I hope you get my point---I am always thinking about fucking!!!!!). Maybe it's the constant "sexting" with Writer Lady, for she is always proclaiming how she can't wait for me to fuck her again. We are admitted sex addicts in a relationship. I guess that's the cure for sex addiction---embark on a sexual relationship with another sex addict. I am a sex addict. It must be true. I am having regular amazing sex with a beautiful woman and yet that is still not enough.

Okay, so I think about sex all the time, it doesn't mean I act on it. If the tinsel-toothed hot, black 18 year old wanted to fuck me I would probably balk at the notion. I'm a conservative prude with a dirty mind. I guess that's it. I talk a big talk, yet don't truly walk the sexual adventurer walk. Or do I???

Peace

Kevin