Strange Deams

  I don't know where this new term piggy bank came from. Well i do, but I don't know what caused the vision I had early this morning while snoozing on the couch. I mean the strangest things pop into my mind while I'm day dreaming. I remember when i was really deep in my writing. I used to wake up from naps/dreams and immediately get up, grab my pen and pad, and get to writing.

      Well for some reason I found myself day dreaming early in the morning about a certain person. We were at a hotel, it was night of course, an though I don't remember any foreplay, the sex was off the hook. The sex wasn't the highlight of the dream. It's what came afterwards that got me.

     I don't know if I got some kin of fetish for dudes doing shit that girls do, but why i had this dude wearing pantie liners. i don't know if i hit it to hard, or if this is just something that I wanted to see happen, but I actually had this due wearing pantie liners. It's one thing to have kinky dreams but this one really went there with me. But it's not the first time that I've ha strange dreams like this one. I've reamed of some of everything you can think of. Sexing in the white house, on top of a fire truck, in the mall foo court during lunch hour; just to name a few. In my defence, i have an exaggerated imagination.

     On another not, for some strange reason I always wake up from dreams feeling sexy. Like a model in an underwear add. I get up and put on my "LIL SEXY" draws and take pics. Or I walk around the house waiting on someone to say some slick like, "put some damn clothes on!" LOLLOL.  But I'm kinda into dreams. I used to write about not only my dreams but other's too. I'm one of those type of people that's into how other's minds work. How things effect each individual handles different situations, an how it effects them on a personal level. I never get tired of asking different people the same questions. You almost never get the same answer. I used to listen to my  classmates problems in school an then write poetry about it. Real life situations usually make the best props for poetry. It just seems more natural and in tune when you write about something that's real. Like my sexxxyness... Ahhh I love me.