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_________________ 11 10 am pdt [ the thrust of it ] I dreamt that I was a man. I was a man having an affair. I went to see my paramour and our passion was so immense that we wound up on the floor in the hall just inside the door. I distinctly remember the feeling of thrusting and penetrating and filling her. I was pumping with such force and speed that her head bobbed in a way that made me worry it was going to fall off. My paramour looked like that star of Moving Targets, who looked like Meryl Streep. My girlfriend/wife looked like a friend of mine in Los Angeles. As I was entangled with my paramour, my girlfriend/wife entered the room and saw us, but we didn't stop. There was sort of understanding she was supposed to get be seeing us.
Later in the dream, I was going with my mom, her boyfriend, and I believe my girlfriend/wife of a trip. As we were at the airport, they told us the flight was full, so I offered to take another flight. I walked along the runway and got on another lane. But it turned out that I was on a Crate & Barrel plane and they stopped ever half hour to drop off merchandise at another store. I realized I would never reach my destination.
[ 3 years: ] three years ago today: I didn't write because I was in New York. two years ago today: That's right, my mother got a speeding ticket [in Wyoming] -- going 87 in a 75 zone. one year ago today: I don't really think moving up north with Matthew will solve all my problems and bring me eternal happiness, but some days it feels that way.
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I haven't watched this yet.
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