A Mountain Retreat
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Posted:Oct 5, 2015 3:30 am
Last Updated:Nov 11, 2015 6:39 am
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That makes it sound as if I have been hiding away communing with monks or something doesn't it, which is not what I have been doing.
(Not that there is anything wrong with that if it is something you like to do. )
But on my annual holiday (some of you may have noticed that I am often away during September) I did have an extended trip to places where there was no phone signal and sometimes no internet, and as I had decided to keep well away from any contact with work or my other usual distractions I have not been "on line" as it used to be called, for nearly a month.
Now I am back I have a few things I might blog about, I may even include the dream I had about the waitress in the local restaurant, who was extremely sexy, but for now I must just say Hi and then dash, as for some reason work seems to have been piling up while I was away.
What's new with you?
Loveyouthankyoubye,
Dreamer.
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It's That Time Again
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Posted:Aug 25, 2015 9:31 am
Last Updated:Oct 6, 2015 1:56 am
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Those of you who know Dreamer know that he is always likely to make a lecherous appearance during an international sporting event.
Especially track and field. And the world championships are on. If I can't have alpine sports, track and field is next best, and I am entranced by Daphne Schippers, the Dutch heptathlete-turned-sprinter. She smiles a lot, interviews well, (silver medal in the 100 metres, 200 metres to come ) and is scarily sexy. In that kind of Amazonian way that actually I'm not sure I would go for in real life, but I can't help staring at. And my goodness she can run fast.
Beautiful technique. As she got close to catching winner Shelly-Anne Fraser Price in the final the commentator was shouting "and Schippers is coming and coming! " which didn't help my state of mind either.
I'm watching for the right reasons as well as the wrong ones. I think. Women's high jump, pole vault and long jump still to come too. Love it.
Bye.
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Actually, I think I get it too
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Posted:Jul 21, 2015 4:16 am
Last Updated:Aug 10, 2015 6:18 pm
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I suppose if I were advising myself, I would say, "Be careful to make the most of what you have got, rather than wasting energy wondering about what you haven't got."
I think if I wanted change enough, I would change.
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You get it, don't you?
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Posted:Jul 13, 2015 3:58 pm
Last Updated:Oct 5, 2015 3:17 am
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Lately there are things about the way I feel that I don't really understand. I mean for most of my life I have been used to understanding myself pretty well. That doesn't mean I have always known what to do about it, or made good choices - my goodness there have been enough things I would like to have handled better......found a different way of doing. But usually I knew why I was doing it. Why I felt the way I did.
But lately.....
It's not just that whole "Other life" thing. You remember that blog I wrote about wanting to have more than one life. Because sometimes to have a different life you have to give up what you already have, and I don't want to stop having this life. But that isn't it. I don't know what it is I want. I don't understand why I feel so.........what's that word Americans use? "Conflicted."
There are too many things I want to do which are just completely mutually exclusive. But how do you make choices about things you don't understand? I don't have any way of even putting into thoughts, let alone words, what the choices are even all about.
You get it don't you?
Someone here always gets it somehow.
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Permission to Speak Freely
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Posted:Jun 22, 2015 8:01 am
Last Updated:Jul 22, 2015 2:10 am
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Please note, this post is in no way intended to belittle the real difficulties of having any kind of mental disability or speaking disorder............
But there are times when I wish I had Tourette's syndrome - you know, the one where you just say what you are thinking with no filter. Sometimes I think I may have it very slightly, although thankfully I have it under control.
Like today, when I was in the coffee shop and the girl serving me said "is there anything else you would like?" I was very tempted to reply, "yes please, could I have a quick feel of your really gorgeous breasts?" But without being able to prove a genuine case of Tourette's, I think it is possible I may not have got away with it.
And yesterday, confronted by a man I find I am totally unable to like, I wanted to say, "go away you horrible person, you are a man on whom I would not piss," (Dreamer likes to be grammatically, if not politically correct, ) "even in the event your trousers should catch fire."
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Right Outside the Area!
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Posted:Jun 19, 2015 7:49 am
Last Updated:Jun 22, 2015 7:53 am
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I have been watching the women's world cup. (You all know how Dreamer loves to watch women athletes. )
So anyway, I have been struck by how lenient the referees have been with regard to physical contact. I think a lot of tackles, obstruction and body checking which would have been penalised in the men's game have been allowed to go without a whistle, and in some ways that can make the game flow better, although I think it has begun to encourage physicality and foul play rather than skill, which isn't always as much fun to watch.
Anyway, imagine my surprise while watching, I think, Brazil V Costa Rica, when a Brazilian forward was almost through on goal, and the defender, tussling for the ball, put her arm across the Brazilian's chest, trying to keep her away from the ball, like defenders do. The Costa Rican was behind her so couldn't see what she was doing, but, suddenly, in close up on the screen, her groping hand made contact with the Brazilian's succulent left breast, cupped it, and then clearly took a firm full-fisted grip and started pulling, really hard. Yeouch! The Brazilian went down, (on the ground I mean) and play carried on.
Referee!!!!!
The TV coverage re-played it a couple of times as well, and I couldn't believe my eyes. That has to be a foul doesn't it? Right on the edge of the penalty area too, in more ways than one!
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I Could Stay Awake.......
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Posted:Jun 12, 2015 5:53 am
Last Updated:Jun 23, 2015 3:42 pm
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..........Just to hear you breathing.
I was thinking about her today, listening to this song.
She was trying to make a new start in life, working two jobs and going to college at the same time, somehow managing to cope on less than four hours sleep a night and still finding time to be in love with me. We had a....well you know...... a kind of long distance virtual love affair. And sometimes, when we had been talking on the phone, I could hear her voice beginning to slow, and I would tell her it was time to go to sleep and she would ask if we could talk a little more.
She told me once that the sound of my voice made her feel like everything was alright in the world.
More than once her voice slowed down so much she stopped talking. I could hear her breathing. It made me think of this song and how much I wanted to stay awake "just to watch her sleeping." But I knew that really I ought to say her name loudly - to get her to wake up, hang up the phone and get to sleep properly.
She got qualified, amazed herself by landing the job she had dreamed of, made a better life for herself. She still works all the hours she has, but I guess she gets a bit more sleep these days. I hear from her now and then, I think she's happy. Mostly happy anyway.
I still miss you babe, and I don't want to miss a thing.
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Six blogs in one
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Posted:May 7, 2015 3:18 am
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2015 3:18 pm
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Things I want to blog about:
1) Politics. Okay, you may have noticed I almost never do politics on my blog. And I am never one to blame any problems I may have on The Government, or "They" as they are often called. But I have to say British politics is currently a complete mess. I dread to think what sort of ham-strung government we may end up with after today's election.
(For those who don't know or follow British politics, good for you, but the simple version is that as well as a general public mistrust and disaffection with politics we have seen a massive rise in the popularity of single agenda political groups recently, so much so that it is very likely that whatever party wins this election, they will have to plead with one or more of the smaller, single interest groups in order to form any sort of government, and most people think that is not likely to be a Good Thing. )
I am not sure why this has happened or how we can stop it.
2) Sex. You may have noticed that I used to do a lot of sex on my blog but that I don't any more . There are a number of reasons for this, none of which I can be bothered to go into in any length right now, especially having just wasted a large part of what little blogging time I have on politics. But the simple version is that whilst I do still feel sexy, I find I am increasingly unwilling to do anything about it - even the kind of virtual sex I used to find here, which was actually surprisingly satisfying. The result is that I don't seem to want to write about it, and I also don't seem to want to open up and explain why I feel this way, even here, where you can write about anything and always find friends who will understand.
I am not sure why this has happened, or how I can stop it.
3) Advertising. I used to quite enjoy watching the adverts on TV and in the cinema. But now I find I am completely out of step with what is going on a lot of the time. In the old days, adverts used actors who looked cool or sexy using their products. "If you use this product you will be like this guy....." Now there seems to be a trend to portray people who use the product as being either ugly, stupid, or acting like a complete and utter wanker. How does this sell? I must be out of step with the majority of the population, because I assume advertisers know what they are doing.
I don't know why this has happened or how we can stop it.
4) Complaining. See points 1 - 3 above. I seem to complain more. I am not less happy, but I feel the descent into being a grumpy old person may be beginning.
I don't know why this has happened or how I can stop it.
5) Dreamer Towers. Here at Dreamer Towers, the whole place is a complete mess. I don't know how this has happened or how I can stop it, so I am going on holiday for a week to forget about it.
6) Blogging five blogs in one. See points 1 - 5 above.
I don't know why this has happened or how I can stop it.
That's actually six now.
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Telepathic Insemination
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Posted:Apr 28, 2015 8:06 am
Last Updated:Jun 19, 2015 7:53 am
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I don't want you to think I am going deaf now that I am......a month older than when I last posted. It's just that the public address system in my local supermarket just isn't very clear. Honest. That or a guilty conscience.
I was at the checkout. It was quiet, so I had the luxury of selecting the prettiest girl. I know, some people might think I am a bit sleazy, but beauty doesn't look any different just because the eye of the beholder has been around a bit of a long time, does it? And I was only looking.
I admit I was going too far this time though. I blame it on the sunshine. (Or was it the good times? ) She made the mistake of smiling and asking if I was having a good day. I was tempted to say "I am now," but I resisted. I couldn't resist mentally undressing her though. Running a gentle tongue over her clavicle and down towards the lower pastures.
Then the announcer came on: "Birth Control to checkout six, Birth Control to checkout six! "
What?!!!!!! Ohhh, Price Control. Thank goodness for that. I thought they'd got a psychic on the CCTV for a minute there.
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Thank goodness I have no one to have sex with!
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Posted:Mar 24, 2015 10:35 am
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2015 11:11 am
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Six weeks ago I had a sprained ankle. That got better, but I pulled a calf muscle. That took three weeks, but I was off and running again last week.
Friday I tweaked some muscle in my back just getting up from my desk and I could hardly move all weekend! Honestly it was ridiculous. I was laughing at myself - there was only one chair I could sit in: a long deep one with two arms so I could almost lie flat and use my elbows to get up again. I wouldn't have minded if I had done something stupid like moving a piano or digging up tree stumps, but honestly, I just got up and walked into the other room and yeouwch! I can't really see how I can have done enough damage to be in this much pain. And it is referring all the way down my leg and round into my bollocks, which is no fun I can tell you!
Three days in front of the TV not doing much else. But when I got in the car to go and get supplies, I was like a ninety year old! I literally took two minutes to get out of the car. It made me realise why really old people look the way they do. Mostly it isn't that they can't move, it is just that it hurts too much!
Where is Violette when I need a pain relieving massage? You know, one of those Indian oil ones.
It's easing up now. I can walk. I feel like I will soon be back to normal. I even mowed the lawn today. Although I doubt if I could hump anyone, even if I could remember how. Imagine if Gothic Girl came by and said, "I've had enough of this playing about, lets get it on" ? I'd have to say, "Errr, well okay, but only if you don't mind if I just lie back and let you get on with it." Not Dreamer's usual playfully submissive but actually inventively masterful style. Might be a good thing in fact, seeing as how I am seriously out of practice. A good excuse for a total loss of technique!
If anyone wants to imagine having sex with me at the moment, they will have to imagine themselves on top. Taking charge. Gently trailing their fingers over my........
Hang on, how did I get sucked into writing about that subject?
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A Perfect Gift
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Posted:Mar 19, 2015 4:53 am
Last Updated:Apr 13, 2015 1:40 am
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I was sitting next to a beautiful woman. She was tall, slim, curvy, and her voice had a gentle charm to it. She was telling me about a friend of hers who had been with us up until a few minutes before. I had sensed that her friend found me attractive, and she confirmed this, but I told her I was reluctant to get involved.
She asked me why, and I found it hard to explain. Because although her friend was sexy, something about her stuck me as in some way demanding too. It takes time to put into written words, but I was instantly aware of what the problem was. I love to be committed to a woman, and I have no difficulty in extending myself to give emotionally and physically to a relationship. But all the women I have fallen in love with in the past have been self sufficient - wanting me, but not needing me.......not needing me to be committed unless I wanted to be. Valuing what I give, but not wanting things I can not give. Wanting to help me be the best I can, but not wanting me to become a different person.
I've learned over the years that for me, even for casual sex, I need to feel something like falling in love.
"We've been friends a long time," she said to me, her eyes searching deep into mine. It struck me as odd, because she only looked in her twenties. We couldn't have been friends for that long. Maybe it seemed a long time to her.
"Ye-es? " I queried.
"Has it ever occurred to you to wonder if I was attracted to you?"
"Errrrrr....."
"I always have been you know."
There was silence, because I wasn't sure what to say. But my eyes must have spoken for me, because she leaned forwards with her hand on my shoulder, kissing me gently, working my lips open and and flickering her tongue against mine. I felt as if someone had lit a fire somewhere inside me.
She pulled back, still looking straight into my eyes. "Only as far as you want, " she told me. Some deep memory stirred in the back of my mind - this was just like that red-headed lesbian I used to dream about who had always been secretly in love with me.
Later she was lying in bed next to me, her skin was so warm and soft it was like having an extra blanket of security around me. She was kissing me again, and nuzzling her face and hair into my neck. I felt that I was going to give in to her, that it would be safe to let myself begin to take control of the gift she was giving me. I wanted show her how strong I could be if she was on my side.
Then I woke up.
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Cosmopolitan
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Posted:Mar 12, 2015 2:13 pm
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2015 9:41 am
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I think maybe I might like to have sex with a Spanish woman. I keep remembering images which are making me associate Spanishness with horniness generally. First there was that Spanish singer on X Factor - I have temporarily forgotten her name, but she was gorgeously sexy. And of course there is always Shakira Shakira. (I know she isn't exactly Spanish, but she speaks it.) Then I was watching Salma Hyek in "Fools Rush In" (I know she isn't Spanish either, but she was playing the part of a Spanish speaking Mexican-American,) and oh wow she was soooooo sexy. Especially her voice. Or maybe that was the partly American accent. I do get a bit twitchy over American women's voices. Maybe I would like to have sex with an American woman. I have actually, come to think about it, and I did like it.
But of course British women can be sexy too. Except the ones who are not. (Or the ones whose hands smell like they have been wiping their arses with them! ) English girls who are not sexy really aren't very sexy at all. But sometimes they are very sexy, and they too often have great voices. (It seems I am all about voices again today. As well as Spanishness. )
There is a new song out called "Shut Down" and there's a part in the middle where a very English sounding girl complains about being intimidated, and I was quite attracted to her voice. I've only heard it once, so I don't know if I really liked her or not.
Maybe I want to have sex with an English Woman too. Or Scottish. Or Welsh. That's a lovely accent. I can just imagine a nice Welsh girl saying "lovely accent" in a lovely Welsh accent.
It must be nearly spring.
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The Wrong Kind of Evocative
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Posted:Mar 3, 2015 10:47 am
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2015 3:47 am
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They say a smell can be the most evocative way to bring back a memory - we've all blogged about it.
But this was a much less pleasant experience.
I went into town to get a haircut. I went to a fairly new place which I only started going to recently, but the pleasant woman who cut my hair the last couple of times wasn't there. Still, the place was empty, and a girl took my jacket and asked me how I wanted it cut. (I assumed she meant my hair, not the jacket. )
I said, "just neat and tidy, there's not much more you can do with it these days," but she didn't smile so I hoped I might get away without too much conversation. I did, but it wasn't worth it. As soon as she started cutting I became aware of a not very nice smell wafting about me. At first I couldn't place it. I wondered if she maybe had bad breath. Then suddenly it hit me right between the nostrils.
OMG! I haven't smelt anything like that since Scuffer Morgan accidentally shoved his arse in my face bending down in a cramped changing room after a school rugby match. Funny guy, Scuffer. Walked with his toes turned in, bandy legged, like a cowboy, only without the hat. He could run though. I found myself thinking about him as I tried to work out where the appalling smell was coming from. I wonder what became of him? Did he make a success of his life? Has he been happy as an adult? He always struck me as one of those people who never got his fair share of good luck, but you never know, things might have changed for him. If I bothered more with social media and the old boy network I suppose I could look him up, but I think I'll leave it. Odd that I should remember him at all though really, and I wouldn't have were it not for the fact that here I was, having my haircut by a woman who smelled like his sweaty arse.
At first I thought she was just lax in personal hygiene. It wasn't exactly a shitty smell, more that sort of unwashed sweaty bum smell, hence recalling Scuffer, but then I started to notice that the smell only wafted by when her scissor hand was in front of my face. Oh Lord, it was on her fingers! I tried very hard not to think about how it got there. She finished, showed me the back in a mirror, I paid and came straight home. I'd had a bath when I got up in the morning, but I found I wanted another one.
I can still imagine that there is something faintly whiffy following me about even now. I didn't give her a tip, but perhaps I should have - "wash your arse before you go to work!"
Eeeurrrrghh!
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