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    Too Much Time on My Hands

    During my extended vaction and even now I struggle with keeping myself busy enough that I will now loose focus of my current goals.

    For example; this morning I drove out to a friend's house to spend a day with him. He has recently retired and needs another outlet then his wife or that homeless guy down at the fishing hole. The trick is he lives an hour away and that means I have at least two hours to allow my mind to wander while driving.

    Momma always said, 'The mind is the Devil's playground.' and she is not wrong. So I get to thinking about women in my past. I have many regrets and mistakes in that area and many doors not opened or even checked to see if they are locked. This allows me to use my imagination to explore what could have been behind anyone of those doors. We call them dreams or other types of stuff we believe we can never reach.

    A friend of mine said I should write all of these down, type them out, and make them into erotic fiction. At the time and place I was I couldn't/wouldn't do that because of the watchers over me. But now it is a different story. I am no longer no vacation, I'm no longer under the eyes of the watchers, and I could write these dreams down to share with others. I ran into a problem though, reality (true story), verses fiction.

    I think I have found a way to write what I see and dream of, about real people, and yet keep what I write as fiction. Every fictional story I have read has a bit of truth in it, otherwise it is hard to imagine it's believable. Take TV entertainment for example; This program is based on a true story. Here is that story...

    There was a young white guy, living in the Hamptons, with blonde hair, that was already showing signs of receeding at age 32. He came from a rich family and was pampered from the day the gold spoon was put in his mouth. There is the truth of this story, everything else I write from here on can be a made up dream, and yet I can still say it is based on in reality, becasue such a man exists, although what I say about him in my dream is most likely false.

    So I believe that after the turn of the new year I will be taking many of my dreams, along with my past experiences, writing them dawn, and posting them. I think this could be interesting 

     
      Posted on : Oct 12, 2025
     

     
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