I hope that this entry will be read with a sense of humor, as it certainly took one to put it here. And if I may beg of you just one more thing, please keep in mind that this was originally intended to be a dream diary.
Tuesday night I had the most peculiar dream. How it began is a bit confused now and lost in the background of a longer running theme, but I was one of a party of several men doing some sort of exploration/excavation (perhaps illegally) of what seemed like caves in a rainforest-like region. At some point I was separated from the group and caught on private property. The owner of this property was an older, female actress whose name I will not say but whose initials are S. S. (I really wouldn't want the poor woman's name to be googled and for this utter nonsense to pop up). The word "captured" only begins to describe my adventure. I was hers completely but had credit card privileges and a nice car, and the freedom to go places providing she was given an itinerary that met with her approval. It's vague, the exact conversation, but I remember being in a very nice furniture gallery looking for nursery furnishings and hearing someone say how shameful it was, what I was doing, and that I should feel badly about myself for being kept. In the dream I didn't seek out the voice or look around at all, I just smiled a little and continued shopping. I don't remember what was happening before I woke up, only that I was content and happy and had a profound sense of well being.
There's no logical explanation for this dream. I harbor no secret desire for this actress, or any other woman. The fact that my gender was incorrect in the dream isn't significant, at least not to me, I often dream as a male. But never anything like this. I have to wonder who exactly was doing the dreaming for me Tuesday night.
10:41 a.m. - 2006-11-10
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