Weird Dreams
A couple of weird dreams.
1
Some generic hair metal rocker with jet black hair while still in his prime was driving me around in his convertible around country roads. It could be Tommy Lee or Richie Sambora. Whomever it was, we were just riding around, flirting with each other, having the time of our lives while speeding down these two-lane roads in the middle of nowhere.
We park at a country store, and inside there are rows of picnic benches. We sit facing each other as he morphs into Demi Moore. You see, we need to avoid getting gay bashed. Fine.
I lean in and start kissing Demi. Soon my mouth reaches her vagina where I start to tease her clit. A sound stirs me, and I walk towards the back of the room where I run into Pamela Anderson and proceed to do the same thing.
I apparently am really bad giving women head because there really wasn’t any reaction to my efforts. So I walk out and get back into the car with Generic Hair Metal Rocker.
2
I’m back at Disney going through the nightmare transition where I was scapegoated for Disney’s shitty AP transition implementation. I’m being even bitchier and angrier than I actually was during that time, lashing out at everyone around me. More than remembering the details of the dream, I remember the feeling, the anger and frustration I felt throughout this time which led to me actively looking to leave in 2023.
I’ve got to say that I’m really happy where I’m at right now. Even though I think I’m doing more than my title, I just got my cost-of-living raise, so I’m good. They treat me right, and I can afford to live which is what matters to me the most.