Well, it's another holiday.
Last weekend I hosted another party. I
was told by the same young woman (who is domme and has lovely ideas
concerning puppygirls) who felt presences last time that I have ghost
cats running around the place. This does not surprise me, considering
all the cats my whole family has had over the years. Later, after
everyone else had left, I had a scene with a lovely girl, and I hoped it
met her satisfaction. Focused in large part on beating her feet, like
with rulers and canes, which she seems to enjoy. Afterwards it was
pretty late and I offered to let her sleep here rather than drive an
hour back home. You know, I've only slept in a bed with someone else a
few times in my life... definately something with which I need practice.
I guess it's just something you get used to. All night when I had to
shift position I did so slowly and carefully so as not to disturb her. I
guess that was more considerate than needed, seeing as it was my bed
and all and I could flop to my heart's desire, but I did want her to get
a decent rest and all. Anyway, she later told me that I talk in my
sleep. How the heck am I supposed to keep secrets if I talk in my
sleep?? How am I supposed to plot cruel plans against my bedmate if I
divulge everything between snores? I guess I'll know if I wake to find
them cowering against the bedpost in the morning.
On the subject
of ghost cats. I don't know if hearing that got me to thinking about
them and wedged the thoughts in my subconscious, but I had a dream about
them a couple of nights ago. Dreamed I woke up to find several of my
past cats in my bedroom, just lounging. Normally when I dream of
someone or something deceased there is an unreal quality to them..
usually in a dream I'm not even aware that they've been dead. They're
just dream actors playing the parts, made up of memory and no more
substantial than a 2D paper doll. Sometimes though, very rarely,
there's a difference. It's as if they're as real as anything in waking
life. This dream was like that. I knew they were dead, but there they
were, and they seemed to be aware of me in a very non-dreamlike way.
And I could even touch them again, just for a few minutes, pet them and
scratch them and roll them about on my bed. I was so happy I could feel
them again that I was crying my eyes out. I then woke up very happy.
it just a regular dream? Was it something more? How many licks does
it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop? The world may never
I had another dream last night.. some weird, religious
dream where I was in church and a priest punished by sending me to some
dungeon where supposedly I was to be tortured until I repented, but it
all seemed pretty fun to me. Mostly, I remembered a gagged woman
straddling me, and her saliva fell like sticky, dewdrop rain onto my
face.. eventually so much that I couldn't see anything but I was
enjoying myself. I woke up giggling.
Oh yes.. happy thanksgiving to all and to all a good night.