• Bullet Point Ballet

Another dream with a lot of sex in it, but typically without actual sex. My dreams tend to be extremely erotic but without so much as a topless mannequin - PG rated, not even PG-13.

Last night was no exception. There was a girl identified as either Tori Amos or Amanda Palmer in my mother’s bedroom. She was singing along with someone playing a guitar and I was amazed by how great she sounded. And then she and the musician started dancing in an extremely exaggerated and silly way wihout any music at all.

Shortly thereafter, the singing girl with curly, red hair and I were on a bed together, and she was lamenting how unfair it was that other couples could hold hands in public and in movie theaters but we couldn’t. I put my hand on her hip to console her and told her that I didn’t want her boyfriend to know about us.

I awoke this morning feeling some of the strongest feelings of romantic love that I can remember, something I haven’t felt in real life in years. It’s also rather unsettling that this is yet another dream where I seem to be complicit in participating in another’s infidelity, something I would never consider in my waking life.