The soul has greater need of the ideal than the real for it is by the real that we exist, it is by the ideal that we live

Monday, January 24, 2011

it snows and then it's cold and then it snows and then it's cold...oy

Too much winter this year.

let's see, how do i adequately describe my odd dream last night without grossing out all both of my readers?

I woke during the night and my dream was fresh in my head, so to speak.  Now, I rarely remember my dreams so it was an interesting occurrence.

Ever have a dream from which you wake and think to yourself: "What the fuck was THAT about?"

In addition to rarely remembering my dreams I'm certain that i rarely have sexual dreams. I've just never been one to have that issue expressed in my subconscious.  So!

In addition to remembering a dream, and then realizing it was sexual I then remembered who my dreams partner was.   

before I reveal his identity I should say that if you know me you know my penchant for redheads,  and this dream partner played right into such notions.

Also, if you were born after 1987 you likely won't know who he is. You see he was an actor in a sitcom that we all know and love, if you're of a certain age. He wasn't exactly an awe inspiring character, yet he regularly shared with us his nice little bod.

ok as if you hadn't guessed already, here he is:

yes, ladies and gentlemen in my rare sexual dream I was getting down with ralph malph.

ok all together now:

"What the FUCK was THAT about?"

and so it goes: