Tomorrow is Waxing Day

In the middle of the night, I woke up kicking the edge of the bed. I was having a dream that someone was under the bed. It was part of a bigger dream that started with me shoveling snow at my parents’ house. After I woke Lion and the dog, I went back to sleep and had another dream. This one was about a job I had in a warehouse. It was a long, drawn-out process that ended with my being accepted as part of the crew, we built a lot of Statues of Liberty out of plastic components (life-size), and then I found out I was never allowed to go home. I won’t say I don’t typically dream, but I don’t usually remember them in such incredible detail, and they don’t cause me to act out. The last time I remember acting out in a dream was years ago when I yelled at our parrot to stop. I think I only woke myself up that time. [Lion — I woke up feeling the bed shake and hearing something hitting it. I worried that someone got into our house. Mrs. Lion apologized. It took me a long time to get back to sleep. Good thing she didn’t attack me.]

I have no idea why I remembered these dreams. They obviously have nothing to do with recent activities, aside from shoveling snow. I suppose the warehouse dream could have something to do with the fact that I work at home now. There’s little difference between not going home from work if you work from home. If you are a dream interpreter, I’d be interested in hearing about my dreams, as well as why I might have remembered these in particular or twice in one night.

As Lion wrote in his post, I gave him a blow job on Thursday night. It had been a while since we’d done anything sexual. He was sick for a few days. He snoozed through a few evenings. I dropped the ball other nights. I didn’t want just to edge him. I can’t give him an average of one orgasm a week if I just edged him after twelve days. I had time to make up. I hadn’t thought about it at the time, but Friday night probably would have been out because Lion had an eye doctor appointment. Those jaunts into Seattle, especially when we have to wait nearly two hours for the doctor to see him, wipe us out. I think wearing a mask is partly to blame because we’re not used to it. It was easier for me when I wore one every day at work. I’m out of practice.

I’m going out on a limb and say that, given the fact that it’s already noon, I won’t be waxing Lion today. I have to clean off the waxing table and get the room ready. The wax needs time to melt. I’ll get things ready today so we can get right to it tomorrow. Now that our football teams have both failed to make the playoffs, we don’t care about watching the games. We’ll still watch the Super Bowl, but we won’t likely have skin in the game. If anything, we’ll be rooting against one of the teams, eating our traditional nachos, and we’ll start waiting for next season.