Thoughts & Achy Nipples

I’m not sure what it was that jostled me out of the bed this morning, because it sure as hell wasn’t the chime of my alarm.  Memo to self: Pressing “Save” is a critical step when changing the time of your wake-up call.  Was it the sound and smell of the horny neighborhood skunks getting it in under my bedroom window the reason I nearly fell onto the floor?

Nah, probably not.

It was more like my brain having mercy on me because that dream I was having was really fucked up.  It seemed as if it lasted for hours, and had me feeling all types of emotions from horny to surprised to confused!

Here’s the abridged version:

It  was myself  and one of the hangovers, having a potluck style dinner in the living room, on the floor at that with candles. I guess that was the mood lighting?  We are feeding each other (more like forcing food) then the two of us sneak off to the back bedroom.  Why are we sneaking?  Well, because someone’s Mother was in the room next door. Ooh yeah, this was a sophisticated encounter for sure.

I remember talking dirty to him and he was really feeling the moment, but then I must have said a buzz word that translated into “Get her!” and the dude went berserk!   I mean really changed into Mr. Hyde himself because soon after,  some truly kinky and sadistic shit started happening.

Before you start shaking your head, I know I’m not alone in having sexually charged dreams nor am I alone for trying to guess what this all means.  Waking up checking your mouth, neck, butt and knees for bruising and scars isn’t right.  Process all of that however you want.

So… I either need to take a break from the third installment of “Fifty Shades or Grey”,  my brain is confused between a wet dream and a sexual warning OR this is a sign that a man I’m dealing with has a different side to him.

The kicker is that it was the words spewing out of the mouth of this hangover that stood out the most- “You shouldn’t have gotten rid of those other ones because now you have me, and I’m far worse”.

Seriously?!?!?!?

I could pretend that I did absolutely nothing to pull the triggers that activate dreams, but there was a little thought that crossed mind- the infamous “What if…”

Those types of musings should be avoided at all costs, because the likely result is going to be disappointment about what you did or didn’t do with someone you dated in the past, but we still do it.

So, a couple of days ago a few of the hangovers from my past, including some men from way back when crossed mind,  which likely this explains the strange dream/nightmare described above.  As a result of my “what ifs” I did something completely out of character and actually reached out to one- Hope.

I liked him, I can’t front.

A quick checking in message and soon after, he has planned a dinner date.  That’s about all that is being expected because as one of my readers mentioned months ago, just because a man isn’t good relationship potential doesn’t mean he can’t be in my life if he’s enjoyable.

Bottom line is this- our minds have the amazing ability to deliver messages in the form of a dream. This instance is just a matter of figuring out if the subliminal message is (1) I should have stuck it out with someone from the past who had flaws or some undesirable traits or (2) continue taking risks with new prospects with the possibility of having a nipple chewed off.

Pick your poison.

Until there’s a cure for the dating hangovers…

Carmen Jones
myhangovers@gmail.com

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