Dreamways

Sleep Dream.   I am at the Cedar St. house of Grāvele. It is sunny, spring. I’m in the kitchen (which waking Vitauts doesn’t at all remember) by myself. The space feels odd, but not at all threatening, a bit sterile, like no one really lives there, like a motel. There is going to be some sort of Latvian gathering there. In though the back door arrive half a dozen or so people. A tall and hefty fellow comes right up to me, smiling tentatively, as if he knows me. I’m not certain who he is, but feel OK with it. He holds out his right hand.  read more »

Sleep Dream.  I’m with junior high’s sweet Eb H. His small, thin body, his square face, open to the heart eyes. He looks at me with total love. He is shy. Seated. „I, too, can be any way physically that you want,“ he offers. He shows a vagina between his legs. „However you want me, I can be.“ He is filled with Love and Liking for me. It feels Powerful and Pure.

A good night’s sleep. I awoke to pee and spent some time ruminating about HOA archetypes. When I fell asleep again, it was a deep and resful repose.

When Connie and I arrive at Gypsy House Café this morning, there was no glass in the front door. It seems that someone kicked the glass in last night and absconded with the cash register. Nothing else, not even the rolled up dollar bills in Ganesh’s halo on the counter, was taken. Such an invasion, a violation.

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Sleep Dream. It’s a funky foothills town setting. Like Idaho Spgs, like Manitou. The feeling of my Colorado Spgs youth, my twenties. There has been some sort of official gathering. A lecture?  A tall, lanky, square faced, sandy haired fellow my age is there.  I don’t know him, but find his looks and his easeful manner attractive.  There is a party afterwards at his place.  (The “event” has occurred in the Womens’ Club.) I ride to the party with him in his white pickup. We don’t talk, but I strongly feel his attraction to and for me. But he is not the least pushy.  read more »

Piektdienas pēcpusdiena. Saulains. Mazliet vējains. Šur tur pa debesīm izkaisīti plakani mākoņu blāzmo. Šorīt, kamēr sēdēju kantorī gaidīdams klienta ierašanos, mani apciemoja Orens. Viņš vispār pēdējā laikā itin bieži mana prāta acij parādās. Vienmēr kails, vienalga, kur mēs atrodamies. Skaisti, dzīvi, kaislīgi pliks. Viņa baltādainais augums vingrs, muskuļains, veikls. Šorīt domāju par to, ka viņš allaž ir izcili juteklīgs un seksuāls ar mani. Dvēselisks un iejūtīgs – un seksuāls. Šorīt jutos ievainots un ievainojams.  read more »

Sleep Dream. OREN. A semi-awake state this morning in bed, after a glorious night’s sleep. Images of Victor M., who I piano-duetted with. His face quite beautiful, same as in high school. Smoothe white skin, an amazingly sensual mouth. Alert, friendly, contacting eyes. He is lithe in his body. He is naked. He is seducing me. Opening up his body for me. Putting my hand on his hard cock. Bending over, offering his rosebud to me. Offering his pink nipples to me. A direct, clear, loving and strong invitation to take him, all of him. His breasts become like a woman’s.  read more »

Saturday afternoon. A bank of dark gray clouds, a wall rather than a thunderhead piling up, is growing to the southwest. Perhaps this is the harbinger of the foot of snow that the paper sez is to be on the ground by tomorrow. On Thursday eve, the first annual Homeowners’ Assn. meeting took place in the good old Equitable Building. In a swank, marbled conference room in the basement across from the grand stairs, not many feet away from the space that was H&H’s inactive file room, a pit of a space where I spent much time 30 years ago.  read more »

 A mottled gray Wednesday afternoon. I spent 3 hours with Manny, who’s in town visiting Denver friends. He called yesterday, out of the blue, from J. and D’s where he is staying. We’ve had no real communication since he last was out here, at the end of 2003. I feel a deep fondness for him. He is now 71 years old. Certain facial mannerisms of his reminded me today of Armīns.  read more »