it’s been a minute. Sorry. I, ummm, moved – to Europe. Not saying where cause even though this is an anonymous blog I do try to keep out PII.
So anyway, here I am, a year and a half later. Still seeing FF2 when I visit NYC. Threesome’d it up with him and the gf last time. I was worried it would be weird but, hey, I like 3-ways and this was just as great as any other. They were both surprisingly nervous but I played MC and facilitiator (“We’re all grownups here and if you are uncomfortable, or want something, or don’t want something: speak up. It’s all ok as long as we communicate.”)
Anyhoo, I came back to write about more dreams. Sorry, I know you are here for the sex and depression, but today I want to talk about recurring dreams.
My subconscious’ favorite stress dream involves travel. Which is ironic, because I travel a lot, and I like traveling, and I rarely stress around actual travel. But in dreams? I’m late, I can’t find the gate, I’m on a bus headed in the wrong direction, I won’t make my connection, I’m on a bus but forgot my ticket and have to turn around, I have the wrong ticket, it’s the wrong day, I’VE LOST MY MOM whom I’m supposed to be care-taking, I’m on a plane that has to land or take off by DRIVING ON A HIGHWAY this one happens a lot, no idea why.
Had one last night of the bus/ticket/late variety and seriously, I just don’t know why. Thanks subconscious.
It’s getting dark earlier and earlier here in northern Europe. I’m still single and now I live alone in a relatively unfriendly foreign country and this will be my second winter here by myself.
Maybe I should try dating girls.