My sleeping patterns have started to fuck up again. Not being able to sleep at night and obsessed with browsing online at various sites doesn't help with my insomnia issues. I can't believe it's already Saturday night.
Last i remember a whole bunch of us went over to Duke's for his farewell [that was Thursday night]. His cab came at 5.30am and then we all trotted off home. I didn't manage to get to sleep til about 5pm [friday]... which is the time that i practically passed out. Then was up online around 10pm doing gawd knows what til Saturday lunch time. It's been awhile since i've been able to sleep in all day and not really give a fuck whether i'm late for anything. But due to my new sleeping routine, it meant that i forgot my medication... again.
You know what that means... wicked yet at times some fucked up vivid dreams!
Yea this time it wasn't some devil worshipping-satanic-i am on a road rage adventure... thank gawd. It felt like i was in this dream for ages. Basically the theme was sex filled orgy on a yacht which later turned out to be some domenatrix type kidnap... BELIEVE ME, it wasn't some kinky display of authority. My subconsious loves to go on all sorts of adventures. These are the times that sleep is good fun.
Basically the dream goes like this: i'm on my ex's yacht [mind you this is not the ex that i was with for 8 years but strangely, my ex when i was 14], let's call him G. So here i am on G's yacht, at this point the adventure is dated around this time. I'm about my age and he's looking slightly older [i haven't seen this guy for 12 years]. He lives on this gorgeous yacht all decked up as though living on the ocean is the norm. It's a 4 bedroom with an eclectic mix of all sorts of nick nacks.
There's a whole bunch of us there, mainly my mates that i was friends with back when i was a teen. [Strange how my subconscioius fits them back into my life somehow]. We're all sitting around chatting and catching up. Next thing i know we're all heading to the rooms so we can pick which bed to sleep on. I'm looking at these pictures plastered up on his wall of his brothers' glory days as a jock [let me add that this guy back when i knew him, he wasn't a jock and i don't think he even HAS a brother].
Then i'm out on the deck and throwing these rubber balls around [no i'm not playing with some sex toy]. But a dogs' chewy toy. I throw it and it bounces off overboard. Next thing i know there's these 3 dogs that leap over from the side. [You're probably thinking, hang on, i thought you were on a yacht sailing off... YEAH, that's what i thought too].
Well anyway, the scenario changes and i'm back in the room. But this time i'm there sharing a room with one of the other girls that's there [a friend i had back when i was a teen]. First we're admiring how the pictures of G's brother winning trys makes him look hotter than ever. There's these dried sun flowers on the wall. Next thing i know, i'm getting it on with her on his bed. I'm viewing my dream not like some B grade porn with some cheesy back up story. Although the "let's go look at all these pictures on the wall..." Oops my clothes fell off let's get it on! Yea sounds pretty dodgy. Now she's on the bed ready to get in on some heavy duty action... ok fine, not exactly the best porn script writer but hey, i was happy.
I'm telling you, my subconsious alter ego likes to do some kinky arse shit! Then 'she' disappears and G is there. Well hello there sailor! Unfortunately he doesn't get in on the action but some heavy duty petting goes on. The scene quickly changes and i'm getting dressed. We're about to go on some date... i'm wearing the most fucked up outfits [let me describe it: an oversized grey jumper, a long black tutu type skirt that even Cyndi Lauper back in the 8o's would be proud to wear]. I MEAN COME ON... WHAT THE FUCK was my subconsious thinking? ahahhaha.
...
So i emerge into my reality, slightly confused and convinced that YES i was going on a date looking like some trashy 80s bopper. The sun is going down and i'm relieved that i'm not wearing what i was wearing... absolutely shocking.
The only fucked up thing was, where was G? And 'she' wasn't there... ahahha. I'm lying on my bed... ALONE and thinking shit, i gotta get ready cause tonight i have an event tonight. Hard dance baby! Bring on the tunes and the alcohol.
Hmmph... Now i better take my Effexor before i head out.
Last i remember a whole bunch of us went over to Duke's for his farewell [that was Thursday night]. His cab came at 5.30am and then we all trotted off home. I didn't manage to get to sleep til about 5pm [friday]... which is the time that i practically passed out. Then was up online around 10pm doing gawd knows what til Saturday lunch time. It's been awhile since i've been able to sleep in all day and not really give a fuck whether i'm late for anything. But due to my new sleeping routine, it meant that i forgot my medication... again.
You know what that means... wicked yet at times some fucked up vivid dreams!
Yea this time it wasn't some devil worshipping-satanic-i am on a road rage adventure... thank gawd. It felt like i was in this dream for ages. Basically the theme was sex filled orgy on a yacht which later turned out to be some domenatrix type kidnap... BELIEVE ME, it wasn't some kinky display of authority. My subconsious loves to go on all sorts of adventures. These are the times that sleep is good fun.
Basically the dream goes like this: i'm on my ex's yacht [mind you this is not the ex that i was with for 8 years but strangely, my ex when i was 14], let's call him G. So here i am on G's yacht, at this point the adventure is dated around this time. I'm about my age and he's looking slightly older [i haven't seen this guy for 12 years]. He lives on this gorgeous yacht all decked up as though living on the ocean is the norm. It's a 4 bedroom with an eclectic mix of all sorts of nick nacks.
There's a whole bunch of us there, mainly my mates that i was friends with back when i was a teen. [Strange how my subconscioius fits them back into my life somehow]. We're all sitting around chatting and catching up. Next thing i know we're all heading to the rooms so we can pick which bed to sleep on. I'm looking at these pictures plastered up on his wall of his brothers' glory days as a jock [let me add that this guy back when i knew him, he wasn't a jock and i don't think he even HAS a brother].
Then i'm out on the deck and throwing these rubber balls around [no i'm not playing with some sex toy]. But a dogs' chewy toy. I throw it and it bounces off overboard. Next thing i know there's these 3 dogs that leap over from the side. [You're probably thinking, hang on, i thought you were on a yacht sailing off... YEAH, that's what i thought too].
Well anyway, the scenario changes and i'm back in the room. But this time i'm there sharing a room with one of the other girls that's there [a friend i had back when i was a teen]. First we're admiring how the pictures of G's brother winning trys makes him look hotter than ever. There's these dried sun flowers on the wall. Next thing i know, i'm getting it on with her on his bed. I'm viewing my dream not like some B grade porn with some cheesy back up story. Although the "let's go look at all these pictures on the wall..." Oops my clothes fell off let's get it on! Yea sounds pretty dodgy. Now she's on the bed ready to get in on some heavy duty action... ok fine, not exactly the best porn script writer but hey, i was happy.
I'm telling you, my subconsious alter ego likes to do some kinky arse shit! Then 'she' disappears and G is there. Well hello there sailor! Unfortunately he doesn't get in on the action but some heavy duty petting goes on. The scene quickly changes and i'm getting dressed. We're about to go on some date... i'm wearing the most fucked up outfits [let me describe it: an oversized grey jumper, a long black tutu type skirt that even Cyndi Lauper back in the 8o's would be proud to wear]. I MEAN COME ON... WHAT THE FUCK was my subconsious thinking? ahahhaha.
...
So i emerge into my reality, slightly confused and convinced that YES i was going on a date looking like some trashy 80s bopper. The sun is going down and i'm relieved that i'm not wearing what i was wearing... absolutely shocking.
The only fucked up thing was, where was G? And 'she' wasn't there... ahahha. I'm lying on my bed... ALONE and thinking shit, i gotta get ready cause tonight i have an event tonight. Hard dance baby! Bring on the tunes and the alcohol.
[TONIGHT in KL - MALAYSIA] OHM-SESSIONS pres. Didjital feat. DJ Drive @ Ruums (formerly known as Channel) ~ 10pm - 3am PRICE RM35
Hmmph... Now i better take my Effexor before i head out.
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