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The Infrequent: Nighttime Frolics
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I wish we could all live in a dream. Wait, what? Where am I? Just prior to writing this I saw a goat sitting on the driver's seat of a van!
Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, to tonight's issue of The Infrequent. It is another dream this time. Or bits and scraps, bones and sinew, of one, anyway. I'm not going to tell the full tale this time, because I don't need to get that out of my system. I'm just going to describe the part that mattered the most. The best part. The part that left me longing to get back to that dreamland. Now forever gone, sigh.
In the dream I met a group of wonderful goth girls. There were ten of them, and half of them were really androgynous and half of them feminine. They were all of them very beautiful with especially superb makeup.
They were really excited to see me (and my goth wife). They said that they had never before seen anyone like themselves (very much a reflection of my own real-life feelings of lack, obviously). They were a really playful and fun. Frolicsome. And we immediately danced a goth initiatory dance, which involved all of us touching with out feet and energetically hopping on one leg.
We visited the apartment of one of them and there they really intensely watched the movie Twilight. I rather watched them and my wife, who was also made up really beautifully as we visited them. One of them recited the lines of the movie by heart as they were spoken. One of them kept playfully flashing her boobs at me. All of them were really wowed by me, even though I am nothing but a hand, because they had never seen a real live male goth before. My wife was feeling very jealous . For no real reason, really. Because she was so gorgeous herself that I would never need anything else, and I was just taking a purely platonic pleasure in the awesome gang of girls, anyway.
Good times had and lost. Good times and fantastic people I will miss for a long time. Sigh. Even in the dream they said they didn't really live in that place, but somewhere far away and we would not really be seeing each other often. Which was mutually sad for us.
I experienced this dream just a moment ago, really, and now my feelings are mixed. I deeply (insanely) mourn a loss, even though what loss is there? All I ever had was a dream. Less than nothing, the farmer would say. I also feel a little bit, hmm, thrilled, invigorated, enlivened. Thank you, wonderful goth fairies, if you're listening, for this experience. Thank you. Thank you.
And good night fap-kiddies, and sweet dreams.
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Posted on : Jun 28, 2019
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