Still feel like trash, but it takes a lot to keep me out of the classroom (stomach flu, thrown-out back, sick child will all do that, but not this).
Getting ready for work this AM, and it’s t-shirt and jeans day for students, faculty and staff. I’m still liking how I look without a shirt on and jeans—having a positive body image is a leap from where I used to be (though losing 30 lbs. overall and not having as much flab around the waist / midsection helps).
I had a sex dream about W last night—I know, I was here yesterday talking about how much I haven’t really thought of her and our sitch today, and that changes it. It was weird—I could tell (as much as I could in a dream, anyway), that we were having sex, but that we were very physically apart while doing it.
While I believe it is possible for dreams to send us messages (anything is possible), I subscribe to the view mentioned by Steve somewhere else that dreams are most likely our brain’s way of processing info—and this could be an info dump by my brain.
What’s interesting is that while W would light me up for not wanting as much sex as her in terms of practices or number of encounters, she would ask me what I wanted in that regard, and when I would float the possibility of car sex she was the one who would hit the brakes (as it were) and demur and talk me out of it. She would become the relative prude. “Oh, I don’t know....don’t want to get caught, where would we, how would we?” I mean, wouldn’t that be the fun of it?
