Dave Matthews is on as Nag Champa incense flows in small ringlet curls by the window. There is a sailboat and two crotch rocket jet skis breaking up the blue horizon. Xavier Rudd is on now, I sip my coffee. I talked of reoccurring dreams with my brother last night on IM. I have two dreams that come back time and again. One is that I pop a pimple and the pus turns into a branch. The branch grows and each time I touch it, it grows more. I have been having this dream since I was a teenager.

The other, that perhaps I have mentioned before, involves me falling in love with someone.. or the beginning stages of love anyhow. Then having the realization that I am already married and the disappointment in myself for leading the person on. I had a dream like that last night only this time I was pursuing the man instead of the man pursuing me. I remember putting my hand on his chest and feeling the heat of him through his shirt. What kind of dream detail is that? An erotic one, if I am to judge my waking thoughts.

Dreams are funny. They linger for a period of time and they feel real but then, over the day they drift away. This one has taken a bit longer to let go of, but that is probably due to the fact that I spent the day selling toys to help people with their sexual expression. This post is going no where but to the bedroom. Sorry.