Period Dream

No, it's not a dream about my period, it's one of those too-vivid dreams I have while on my period. I'm sure there are all sorts of reasons why women dream differently when on their cycles. I don't know, I'll look it up, but most scientists say there's no tangible difference in a woman's dream pattern on or off her cycle.

In this dream, I was with Old Boy (can't settle on a nickname, since I'm thinking he won't be in my life) outside of someone's home. We were both leaving the party, and he offered to give me a ride back to my car. I took him up on the offer.

As we're driving, and we're taking the freeway for some reason, as we're talking, something devilish welled up within me. I reached over and started unbuckling his pants. He got very excited, as men are wont to do when faced with a fantasy, and started talking shit.

The actual fellatio was vivid in my mind. I could literally taste him, the smoothness, the saltiness, the veins, all of him. I remember nipping at him, deep throating, holding him in my palm, using deep suction. Almost every trick I know. I even remember getting jaw fatigue, wondering how long this drive was going to take!

We finally got back to my car, which was at his place, and we dashed for the door.

And I woke up.


So, that dream having been dreamt, Honey wonders why I don't call him.

1. I'm embarassed about my performance that night
   
2. I'm mortified that he couldn't climax inside me
3. I'm miffed that I couldn't get a perfunctory kiss
   
4. I'm anxious because he slammed the door behind me

Now you know. Whether or not it was me, or him, the fact was this was the first sex that I'd had in years. And, while, yes, it was crucial that I orgasm, and I did, I still prefer my partners to be able to with me. Not simultaneously, just from the work I put in.

Maybe I should call. I won't be calling this week, regardless, or irregardless as certain people say.