Dreams are fantastic aren’t they? Especially when you can remember them. I don’t remember most of my dreams, but when some get through they really leave an impact. I said I wasn’t going to do the whole online dating thing for a while, stay out of the social market all together, but there is always one that gets through. Kurgan is his handle, and I still have no idea what he’s really about.
It was nice to have an engaging conversation. One that just flows, you know? The kind of conversation where you can actually see paragraphs out of text and words. I dreamt about Kurgan. I dreamt that I showed him my tits and he turned out to be a woman and I was caught up in a web of lies and drama between Kurgan and “her” girlfriend. It was a fantastic tale with plot twists and suspense, so much so that I woke up at about 3pm in the afternoon. That’s the thing is with staying up late, you have the weirdest dreams when you break your sleep cycle. However, I am so grateful I remember this one.
The only bad part is, I don’t remember the details. Everyone KNOWS it’s all about the details. It’s unfortunate that I can’t articulate it into words and immortalize it on the screen. Some things weren’t meant to be right?
I do know this though. Kurgan gave me on of the best nights I have had in a while, and it wasn’t even about sex and chemistry, it was just about friendship and companionship. Sometimes that’s all you really need.