Caffeine free

I’m addicted to many things, and like most people caffeine is one of them. Are they going to outlaw it? They should. It’s a drug.

Yesterday was the first day in a long time I’d gone with out my drug of choice and it was probably a good thing. Something I should do more often.

Despite the headache it caused me yesterday, I managed to make it through until lunchtime today before I just had to have some!

Now I kind of regret it but I should ween myself off slowly really. Cold turkey? Doesn’t really work for me.

I remembered more of my dreams this morning than usual. Perhaps it was a sounder sleep with less caffeine in my body. I particularly enjoyed having a dream where I was Spider-Man.

Sure sometimes I pretend I have his powers when I’m bored walking down the street and letting my mind run wild (doesn’t everyone? hmm maybe not!). But this was a full on dream, including webbing up a makeshift mask like Spidey does in the comics to hide my secret identity.

If I had the body I’d totally cosplay (which probably puts off some of the readers of this blog and excities some others!).

Ghost of gay past, present and future

Three vivid dreams last night, but in the backwards order from how the famous Carol goes.

I saw myself singing with an ensemble for the first time and leaving it with a proud and supportive boyfriend (a glimpse of the future).

I was hanging out with a former infatuation I’m still in occasional contact with (a glimpse of the present).

And I was reunited with a former, older, gay co-worker who left over a year ago (a glimpse of the past).

Very happy with the first, glimpse of the future.

Although not sure about my singing…

It was met in the dream with a look on an unknown woman of surprise that I’m not sure was surprise I was singing at all, surprise at how good the singing was, or surprise at how bad I was!

Dream trip

In my dreams last night I was in New York already. The trip is coming very fast and is on my mind. I can’t wait.

Will be good to get away from the crap here.

Dreams: In transit

How exciting, even in a dream, to sit on a train and touch feet, to touch hands, to place a hand on another man’s chest. It’s the simple things in life I seek.

I had a dream overnight about a very old school friend. The friend was someone I have not actually seen in a long time. He was someone I probably did have some sort of crush on but I was far too young to know that, and it’s only on reflection that I recognise that.

I often look at cute guys on the train and imagine that they might look back at me and smile. It doesn’t happen, but in a dream like this morning it can happen and does. And it’s nice to dream about.