Cumnziti

 

Ahhhhh!

REM sleep has come hard and raw lately. When I get it, if I get it, I only get it in short spurts. And that describes a lot of things I guess. But pertaining to sleep, quality sleep that is, it truly is the thing of almost elusive dreams -- get it? a little pun within a pun, I "dream" of "dreaming." And when these dreams do come, they come hard and raw as well. Man, I got hard and raw on the mind...

I know they're quite interesting but I can only remember tiny snippets of them.

For instance, last week, I had a little snippet memory of a dream where I was embraced in the arms of a willowy, naked woman whose skeleton-like body was made up of 80% vagina and she was shaking violently, weeping, and whispering to me in my ear secrets of unspeakable acts. Yes, Darlings, this was indeed a fucking nightmare!

But last night's dream was anything but. I was once again with my lifelong partner, insofar as my dreams go. John. You know which one. There's a real life analog, but the dream one is a perfect one. Forever young, as I am too, we both have undying love for each other and have never broken each other's hearts. 

Last night, was one of the rare dreams in which we had a little bit of a rocky moment, I forget what it was about now, we made up and embraced and forgot all about it. I actually remember he put our argument in a little file on his computer and sealed it away and as he clicked on it, the little file grew wings and flew into oblivion like as if it never happened -- how sweet. Never mind that the real John and I, when we were this age, we're of this age in a time when computers never had the capability of such things as this -- remember this is the Dream World. 

And when I asked him what shall we call our little tiff and remember it by, he leaned over, kissed me on my cheek softly, and whispered in my ear, the same way the skeleton vagina woman did last week, but this time it wasn't sheer horror, it was blissful comfort. 

"Never you mind my sweet, it's just Cumnziti." 

"What's Cumnziti" I asked? 

And suddenly I woke up. And it came to me. As my dream faded and only a snippet of it remained I realized that when you wake up from dreams, your consciousness takes hold and your brain only is concerned with the here and now. And as far as the here and now went, all I was concerned with was that I was horny and hungry. I had some fresh porn on my computer ready for viewing and then it was off for a nice breakfast of last night's ziti and meat sauce leftovers. 

What? Now you're thinking the white stuff isn't cheese on the pasta in the pic above? C'mon!

Would you rather I put a picture of the Skeleton Vagina Woman?