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It got colder overnight than I anticipated. I was surprised when I got up for a bathroom run at around five and realized that I needed to put on the heater. There is no threat of a freeze, but the temperature did drop into the forties, the high-forties.
Is the colder weather better for dreams? The last one was weeks ago, and I think that one came after a long drought of dreamless sleep. I had a doozy last night. I was back in my college days. I was out on the town, perhaps 6th Street, at a bar, with a group of chums. The place seemed to have a host, an early middle-age white man. He was very cordial with us. One of our group suggested that we were kind of interested in some special service. The host understood, and he sent a few girls our way, latinas, not too bad-looking. One was actually quite attractive, and I was fervently chatting her up, trying to quickly see what exactly is on tap, though no one wants to be quick to explicitly mention prostitution. The cute girl gets our drift. She says that we can have a lot of fun, still refraining from talking about sex directly, at least until she says, "You have to wear a condom." That was it: game on! But that's the end of the dream, or at least my memory of it.
Is the colder weather better for dreams? The last one was weeks ago, and I think that one came after a long drought of dreamless sleep. I had a doozy last night. I was back in my college days. I was out on the town, perhaps 6th Street, at a bar, with a group of chums. The place seemed to have a host, an early middle-age white man. He was very cordial with us. One of our group suggested that we were kind of interested in some special service. The host understood, and he sent a few girls our way, latinas, not too bad-looking. One was actually quite attractive, and I was fervently chatting her up, trying to quickly see what exactly is on tap, though no one wants to be quick to explicitly mention prostitution. The cute girl gets our drift. She says that we can have a lot of fun, still refraining from talking about sex directly, at least until she says, "You have to wear a condom." That was it: game on! But that's the end of the dream, or at least my memory of it.
