Last night ..

Watched the movie "Relax, it's Just Sex." Great movie, totally disturbing for me. I completely identified with the lead character, and his experiences in dating. By the time the movie was 2/3 over, I was in a FOUL mood. I mean FOUL. So, I started taking the mood apart - what's behind it? Where did it come from?

I didn't get very far with it, but it's a much better way to react than the old way.

Anyway, I went to bed about midnight, and when I was waking up, I had this dream going on about being at the annual party that my college friend David throws (well, that happens in the dream. If he throws a huge annual party, I don't know about it) to which I had been many times. All of these people were so nice to me "oh, I'm so sorry I don't remember your name, but it's GREAT to see you .. " and it was really cool to be remembered well by all these people. The party was held in this enormous room in a hotel (I guess) that had a big patio - all these candles, hundreds of people.

I was sitting at this table with about five women of my age - and we were just making pleasantries. As different men would pass by, we'd remind each other who they were, who they were with, and so on.

As I was sitting there, this guy came up from behind me, wrapped his arms around me and said hello. He told me how glad he was that I had come all that way to the party. He stood up and walked off .. and that's when I noticed that the man, who had been a handsome, but rather unexceptional guy in the past, had transformed himself.

He was now very beefy and lean; huge shoulders and chest, his skin tanned golden brown. He was wearing golden brown leather trousers that matched his skin color, and a matching leather australian cowboy hat. He had a tatoo across his shoulders, and he was wearing a gold necklace backwards - so that it hung down between his shoulder blades. He walked over to get a drink across the room.

The women at my table were after me - "go get him, you idiot!"

Anyway, there was a LOT of drug use going on at this party. A LOT. I started having a poem come to me about methanphetamine use - and then, it (the poem) was published on the cover of a big gay magazine. I had most of the poem, and by the time I could jump out of bed, run to the computer and open a notepad screen, most of it was gone.

BLEH.