Around 4 am, I was at the start of a what was to become a wet dream. Now, when a girl’s hard-up, and spends most of her day thinking about all the sex she isn’t having, starting the day off with a wet dream can really go a long way in making that day a bit brighter. It’s not like I can plan them, so when they pop-up, they’re a wonderful surprise.

In the dream, I was waiting in an office, leaning against a desk when in walks Sidney. I wasn’t expecting Sidney. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I was just standing there. Sidney is my Persian-Jewish ex-boyfriend and one of the best lover-boyfriends I’ve had. I mean on our first night of coital, after two months of dating, we made love five times; all of them big thumbs up. Unfortunately, we broke up after three months and never had break-up sex. Talk about sex that got away. He even came over to my apartment to get his things, and it would have been so easy. Isn’t that when the break-up sex is supposed to happen?!

(Why was Sidney the star of my subconscious? Because I had to access my Yahoo! account which I rarely do nowadays. He is my only Yahoo! Chat friend, so his name was listed there even though we haven’t chatted in years.)

Anyway, in walks Sidney. We lay eyes on each other. In the dream, I remember thinking that I hadn’t seen him in years. We didn’t say a word. We ran to each other, embraced and kissed. We began disrobing. Unbuttoning shirts, pants, letting down zippers. It was like we’d been apart for six years (we have), and it’s all we’d ever wanted: to get back together so we could screw each other, no words exchanged. We were finally getting our break-up sex.

He put me up on the desk, pulled up my skirt. We’re about to do it right there on the desk. Now, I have incredible wet dreams. Mind-blowing orgasms accompany my wet dreams. My wet dreams are also lucid, so I know that they’re happening even before the orgasm wakes me. Sometimes, I wake up with my hands grabbing out at the air. I once had the most amazing wet dream featuring David Gahan after watching Depeche Mode in concert. Fantastic!

So, real life conscious me expected this to happen with Sidney. I was like Yes! We’re going at it. He’s about to do me in. Then, the garbage truck rolled past my window, and the men started yelling like they do every morning, and woke me. I tried desperately to fall back asleep because I also have a tendency to fall back asleep to continue a dream. I fell asleep, but it was over. Maybe tonight.

Sweet Dreams!
K.