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[outlier_lynn]

I had a semi-erotic dream last night.

At least it started out as a romantic date. My date and I went to a play, had a midnight dinner in a tiny restaurant that catered to lovers (lots of privacy) then walked along the beach (tropical) and talked about life, the universe and everything.

We walked around a rock that jutted slightly out into the water. Then sat in the sand, holding hands and watching the moonlight on the water. The dream shifted radically just before we kissed.

And that was the end of the erotic part, too.

For the rest of the dream, I was fighting for the right to have a sex change operation. All the reasons being put forth by "officials" for why I couldn't were the same tired trash I've fought with in real life.

I didn't win the fight. It wasn't over, but I woke up.

About the date, though. I never saw the person I was on the date with.

All in all, the dream sucked.

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[bluemoonpnw.livejournal.com]

You were in one of my dreams last night.
Nothing big, but I was picking you up
(we were all going to Disneyland) in my
"Cadillac Gondola" because the streets
were all canals... it was painted a
candy root beer colour. You met us on
the corner of ?Mango and Broadway? in
front of a Chinese restaurant that had a
big dragon and lion on the wall in front
done in bas relief.
Thanks for grabbing the take out.
The best part of eating in dreams
(we were all skarfing out on the way
to D-land, the "gondola" was on autopilot)
is that the calories don't count.
Hugs and Love
Moon