Monday, January 08, 2007

Pulling Back a Dream

As we begin to uncover the layers of who we are, some strange happenings often occur. This weekend, being true to form, was sort of a montage of strange experiences bundled into a few days. For example, on Saturday I ended up on the kitchen floor throwing a tantrum like a little girl. You may ask, what nearly brought me to my knees and into the fetal position on Saturday night? Readers, I stubbed my baby toe. Now, this wasn’t an ordinary toe stubbing, no, this shocking blitz of pain entered through my baby toe and went up my leg and down the other side. This unprecedented throbbing throughout my foot gradually turned into a great big bruise with a large array of colors represented. I’ve got blue, I’ve got pink, purple, green, and variations of each. One could paint a masterpiece from the color palette on my foot.

However, this shock wave of pain did not deter me from participating in the weekend’s festivities, and like a trooper I soldiered on in my black stiletto boots. The night began with random frou frou shots administered by a lovely bar wench, in full wench gear. With the liquor flowing, the pain in my foot gradually diminished. Naturally, at this point the dance floor was calling my name. I hit the floor with vigor, oblivious to the throbbing in my shoe. I should’ve known it wouldn’t be long before a sexy-mamma diva threw me against a wall and had her way with me. Yet, I was surprised when it happened, as we were not in gay-friendly establishment and she was quite forceful.

At the end of the night she asked me to leave with her. I was puzzled. Does this really happen in straight venues? Her boldness was stunning, and in that moment, I thought, “Why the hell not?” Other detailed events ensued shortly after, but dear readers, this is not a XXX-rated porn blog site, so I’ll leave my observations to myself.

Eventually, I fell asleep with my head on her stomach, sighing deeply and wondering how this would fit into reality as the sun was coming up. I drifted in and out of sleep for awhile and finally woke up as the sun’s rays burned through my basement window. I rolled over and reached for her, but my bed was empty. I looked over at the floor and there were no signs she had ever been there.

Next time, I’ll know not confuse reality with a dream because morphine will do that to you while you sleep

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